anne with an e prompt

being a woman means being both the side of the same coin. i love it and i hate it.

i carry with pride my luxurious being. the heavenly flow of my hair along the wind. the gracious movements of my limbs. the fabulous dresses that i wear. i am effortless with my own beauty. the perfect muse for any artist to befall on. 

i love being with my fellow women as we stroll around and hang out at the cafes in town. the small giggly chatters of the latest gossip and love trysts amongst our envious peers. the moments of sharing fashion secrets and life experiences as we wander around the mall, buying almost every shining and glimmering item on the racks. exploiting our men's money. making the patriarchy work for us yet still stay on top.

i love the moments of heartbreaks amongst my girls. where we take time to open a bottle of chardonnay and drown ourselves with french sonder songs and dance around our bedroom, yelling out and cursing the names of whoever had hurt us. laughing drunkinly when the alcohol hits us and then moving on to the nearest club and dancing our hearts out with whoever is next for our parole of play toys. men so ever weak with desire easily fall upon the slightest bit of our charms. amusing!

but i hate walking in the dark,

never to enjoy the solemn sobriety,

i can't enjoy the stars at the park,

without the fear of a man behind me.

oh how i am livid at being a woman.

ah yes, as shiny as the king on a penny. the darker the jack on it's back. there's always a flip on the coin and you'll see how the struggle really starts.

i cannot walk at night. to stargaze alone under the twinkling dancing lights of the vast blackness of aether that blankets the earth. i cannot be alone at a time so majestic. for a man can only hold his libido for so long. it's appalling at the least.

i cannot love a man with my whole heart for whether i try, it is still embedded within me to be careful. he is but a man. i can love but i can't be safe. because no matter what, he still had the hands of a potential grim reaper.

i am not seen as i am with my girls. i am not heard as i am in my room. i am not given the chances at equality as i am with myself. for i am just a woman. nothing but a mere sex object to please the men.

oh how i loath being a woman.

woman of desires and regrets. 

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