Graduation Speech: Modern Day Slavery

In today’s society, the abomination of slavery seems like a thing of the past. But as we know, history has a way of repeating itself. Today, I come to you appalled to announce that slavery is once again a sickening reality and at this very moment, men, women and children are being exploited all over the world. Many would say that human trafficking, economic, and labor work is now the modern day slavery and is a problem in countries all over the world. And in their own right, they are. However, I am here to discuss a different kind of slavery. One that concerns oppression, stereotypes and discrimination. The difference between the kinds of slavery I will be discussing and that of human trafficking, economic, and labor work is that it segregates …show more content…
A trophy. Every man’s wet dream. But like you, I am simply an object. I am expected to follow instructions with no personality of my own. I am to be looked at from within the protectiveness of a glassed window like Fine China. Nurtured by my owner to sustain my appeal like a farmer tending to his goods. When I fail to surpass my means, others feel they could have adhered my privileges better because I am supposedly ‘lucky’. But am I? I am a bird caged looking to be let out. I am a white woman. Like you, freedom is all I crave. You say I cannot sympathise with you, but can you sympathise with me? You say I have it easier, but in what context? At the end of the day I and those like me are left with broken souls. Unamendable we are. We are society’s modern day …show more content…
Not all of us act upon our sexuality. I hide who I am. Or should I should I say ‘what I am’. Well, at least that is what society perceives me. I hate who I am for ‘what I am’ is seen as veil. Shall I ever lay claim of the awful thing inside of me? Or forever remain in my closet. I will never lead a normal life. You see, people fear me... and because of this I am to suppress who I am not only from society but also from my loved ones. Even with the admission of promising never to lay a finger upon a child. I cry myself to sleep for I have no one to turn to about my struggles. I have no one to burden my hurt upon. No one to discourage the temptation I am faced with every day. If only someone could lend an ear not only would it benefit me but also them. For if they were knowledgeable of my sexual orientation they would also see to the safety of their children. They would never grace their children upon my eyes and thus keep them safe and give me a sense of sanity. But I understand their worries for I too would never befriend one like me for the sake of the innocence of my own child. However, I am only seeking a listening ear because not even a therapist can do so for me. And if granted, perhaps a shoulder to cry on. For lack of a better term with hopes of possibly diminishing the hardship society antagonizes me with…I am attracted to children. It is what it is. I am a paedophile. Does that make me evil or a monster? No. It is