Are you okay?

I'm not okay. Are

you okay? There's just

so much shit going on,

don't you think?

The male gaze, a girl

within a woman's body,

white privilege,

putting on an aspartame

smile with red lipstick,

dealing with being

the object of desire,

yet not eliciting

TOO MUCH DESIRE.

There's just so much

going on;

women have to go through

warfare, just because

of our gender.

All of this starts

at such a young age,

just ask Lolita (sadly).

Roxanne Gay from the NYT said,

"It's like we're damned

if we don't, damned if we do."

Why are all these stories

from the perspective

of the male, and not the

other way around?

Where is our voice?

So then, how can I or we win

at the end of the day?

Is winning ever an option?

Yes, if we could go back

and rewrite this story

from the perspective

of being a woman.

Shit, that would be the heralding

of a new day.