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I'm tired of this unsafe, non-supportive, abusive society - which is because of men. Those who claim to be 'good' men and say 'not all men' ,what are you doing about this?
I am tired. Tired of men who say “Not All Men” Of course not all men. But ask yourself- Why are you outraged?
Why do you need me To hand you a certificate. A certificate you can frame And hang above your desk So you can look at it often and say, “I am not like other men. I am different”.
Why can’t you show you are different? By speaking up By calling out every gaze that lingers longer than it should Every casual brush of a stray hand Every sexist remark Every attempt to mansplain Every example of misogyny.
“If I did that, I would be doing nothing else”, You tell me. Exactly! You will be doing nothing else. Now think of me
That is what I face every day Every single day Every hour of every day. The constant scrutiny. The judgment The unsolicited advice. I face it.
You have a choice- You can speak up, or remain silent. You will still get your shiny medal- ‘Not All Men’.
I do not have a choice I cannot hide my gender I have to face it everyday. I have to face you everyday.
And I am tired Tired of fighting Tired of having to explain myself Tired of asking you to understand. Tired.
Just tired.
Image source: a still from short film Juice
Natasha works in the development sector, where most of her experience has been in Education and Livelihoods. She is passionate about working towards gender equity, sustainability and positive climate action. And avid reader and occasional read more...
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