It's All Of Us


Actually, it’s all of us.

The number of women that are sexually assaulted, harassed and confined to the thought that they are secondary is huge. You may have seen this in the past few days, with millions of women using the hashtag #MeToo on social media to disclose that they have experienced the trauma of being sexually harassed or assaulted.

frightenedwoman_socialmedia.pngBut there’s a bigger, brighter side to all this. If most women go through such trauma and still this world is at its feet then we should all applaud ourselves. We aren’t only survivors—we combat this trauma on a daily basis and still rise and shine. We continue to work, engage in society, and raise our kids.

One thing I can’t get my head around is why men have this urge to suppress women? This is a social behaviour we need to change. Unfortunately, still many women are scared to leave abusive relationships. Sometimes it’s the kids she chooses to stay for and sometimes it’s the shame of society that keeps her with the violence.

But there is one key message within all this. One woman took the stand against Harvey Weinstein and all of a sudden, thousands of women joined her. Why were we all quiet for so long? Why did we let this slip from our hands? This is something we can’t let go. We need to speak up. We need to raise our daughters in a way that they yell out to the world if someone touches them.

It took me ten years to raise my voice. My one call for help opened a thousand doors for me but at the same time a hundred doors were closed on my face. I can truly understand why women let this all go.

I am a mother of two beautiful young kids. I have to make sure my daughter never experiences this. I have to make sure my son is secure enough not to oppress a woman to prove his manhood.

Please stand against this. We are all in this together. You don’t have to tell your story to the world, but you have to stand up for yourself. You have to make a difference in your own life because it’s all going to be worth it.

This is for all those women who are survivors:


You did a great job of oppressing me

It didn’t kill me but made me

Into this new careless being

Who learned to fight and break free

You made me realize who I can be

Rather than being at your duty

You helped me break all these weak versions of me

They were full of pity, shitty and circled around your mercy

This me knows no you, this me knows me, only me

This me who can love unconditionally

Who can close her eyes and dream

This me, who is free,

From your oppression and suppression

This me says each day

As she looks in the mirror

No more my dear

No more to hurt and fear

Look at you, you beautiful woman

Look at those eyes and realize

They have so much to see

And now that I see

This wonderful world around me

I can’t help but realize

You did a great job of oppressing me

It didn’t kill me but made me

Into this new careless being.


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