Why am I not even surprised? Men, in any color or shape, are all the same. It doesn’t matter; father or boyfriend, he always sees himself in possession and in control of her.
Don’t even once speak of freedom. No talk about oppression. Don’t even mention dictatorship. How can you ever understand the profound meaning of standing in solidarity with the oppressed? Yes, you are in power. God has given you that power, alone. Pity, you don’t even know just how much you’re abusing that power and crushing the weak by imposing your mere opinions on others. Pity, you wake minutes before dawn to make prayers when in reality you’re playing God with others. Watching news here and there, hearing how the corrupted government is oppressing its own citizens, shaking your head in disappointed, pity you can’t even see your own true reflection in the mirror as you cleanse yourself before standing in prayer.
The question though here for me after years of living side by side with you is: why am I not even surprised?
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