The Struggle
Moving out of the road, you sit on a nearby bench. As your eyes fix on the paper, you see these words........
I turn to run and feel my shoulder wretch as he holds my wrist tight. His grip is so strong that I can almost feel my skin turning purple as the bruises start to form. I hit him with my free hand but my fist only glances his shoulder. Again and again I try but he only laughs at my futile attempts. He does nothing but hold my wrist too tightly, mocking me for my weakness.
Why is it that I cannot break free from the standards set for women by this male society? I know some women that would say “Kick him in the balls! Fight! Fight dirty if you have to, in order to live the life that you wish to.” Something holds me back though. Is it my fear of his strength? Is it that I was raised to believe that he is always right? Or is it my fear of myself, of actually being on my own? I do not know why but I can never seem to give the fatal blow.
You ponder her words for a few minutes; then place the paper in your backpack, hoping to see her again. Feeling a rumble in your belly, you look around for a place to eat. There is a scrumptious smell eminating from a cafe a few yards away and your stomach leads you there.
Once inside you realize that the place is packed and you have to sit at the counter. You pick a seat next to a sweet looking lady with brown hair which hits at the shoulder of her denim dress. She introduces herself as Lisa and you soon find that you are very comfortable with her. She is a teacher and proceeds to tell you a touching love story.
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