Thoughts of a Spoiled Brat

“I’m fed up with walking around, feeling the pain of each of those eyes poking me, anticipating the worst in people. All my muscles are in a state of flex, ready to run or hit or cry for help at the top of my voice. I like myself beautiful, so I dress up for myself, and myself alone. Sometimes I feel down so I wear my hair up, or straight, or in curls. Sometimes, I add makeup for I have been crying all night and I haven’t had the least bit rest. I was not created for you to gaze upon or shout at or call for like a dog. I was not meant for you to touch in the ugliest of manners, you piece of shit. I was born free to roam this earth, just as yourself, find my purpose along with myself, so I need no bother and I need no shame. It’s not like I was born a woman and you a male, we were both born as humans, so let’s start acting as such beings, not as animals who live to eat and breed.”