Poem - Your Voice
BY HEART SO PURE INSTAGRAM @H.S.PURE
When I was little I didn't have much to say but I really can't remember any good memories but I know i was happy.
I do also remember all the bad memories somehow they stuck around and I couldn't do much because I was so little, I watched and saw my mother struggle, not with work or anything but with people that treated her wrong. My Aunty, who no one truly talks to much treated my mother with no respect, always treated her bad and made her cry at weddings in secret.
She tried her hardest to help everyone and to treat everyone equal but none of it made any difference. My aunty once told my mother that she would slap her up and kick her out of a wedding. My mother spent a few hours in the garden shed crying and trying to compose herself before she stepped outside. This was not so people would ask her questions but out of respect for my aunty.
This is how my mother was humble and respectful, the Asian culture was always like this to respect the sister in law.
My mother restricted her voice, she was the good wife and followed culture, these days many married women live their entire life in silence.
But not me, I'm older and I have a voice and no matter what I will use it.
I will use it for my family, my friends, for people I don't know and I will use it for me.
I will never let any man, people and external family stop me.
Your voice
Your rules
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