Sunday, March 8, 2015

No women's day, please?

No, I don't want to talk about how women are mighty because we squeeze babies out of our vaginas, or how we fall and rise each time we are struck, no sir, I've had enough of that jargon.
I believe that all humans are a ball of magic and might, your existence is the sign of your might as that tiny sperm. Since then, your survival through a milieu of life incidents, is an indicator of how wondrous you are.

Gender has nothing to do, with wanting to be proud of my battle scars,  gender has nothing to do with how we get through our daily struggles, gender has nothing, zip, zilch, nothing at all, to do with being celebrated.

I haven't responded or wished anyone today, because I don't want a woman's day.
I don't want a train bogie or a percentage of jobs or a seat in a bus or seats in the parliament either, reserved for me.
I want to get that seat in the parliament, get that job, by the sheer dint of my hard work.
I promise to put in my best, only if you promise to treat me the same way that you'd treat another prospective candidate who is not of the same gender as me.

Women's liberation is not about treating us special, it is just about treating us equal.

Don't give us a day, to be celebrated, don't even celebrate me actually, just stop oppressing me, stop treating me inferior.

Level the playing field and I promise, we will all be game.