I was born a woman; probably my father wasn’t so happy about my gender. Perhaps he wanted a boy named after him. I can’t remember my first thought as a baby, but I’m sure I wasn’t able to distinguish between males and females, or the fact that the doctor was a male and the nurse was a female. I just knew I wanted to love and be loved regardless of my race, sex, or religion.
My friend Melissa was raped, and it was her fault. Maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, and therefore asking for it. She was walking at a time that she was not supposed to walk without a man, police said. She was on her way home from work, why was she working in the first place if she’s married? I still can’t believe she left her kids with her mother to go to work, what an insult for the poor man that she have as a husband. …show more content…
I thought it was a shame for my family. I was afraid because I thought it was my fault. I was home alone because my parents were working a 12-hour shift, I was five years old, and I didn’t know what revealing clothe was. I wasn’t asking for it, I just wanted to play with my dolls, and drink my chocolate milk. In fact Melissa was wearing a mini skirt; in fact I was alone at night, I’m not sure because I can’t remember. I just know that we both are humans, and regardless of what we were wearing, how sexy we might have looked, or how late it was, we were never asking for
My friend Melissa was raped, and it was her fault. Maybe she was wearing revealing clothes, and therefore asking for it. She was walking at a time that she was not supposed to walk without a man, police said. She was on her way home from work, why was she working in the first place if she’s married? I still can’t believe she left her kids with her mother to go to work, what an insult for the poor man that she have as a husband. …show more content…
I thought it was a shame for my family. I was afraid because I thought it was my fault. I was home alone because my parents were working a 12-hour shift, I was five years old, and I didn’t know what revealing clothe was. I wasn’t asking for it, I just wanted to play with my dolls, and drink my chocolate milk. In fact Melissa was wearing a mini skirt; in fact I was alone at night, I’m not sure because I can’t remember. I just know that we both are humans, and regardless of what we were wearing, how sexy we might have looked, or how late it was, we were never asking for