This post is very personal, and I hope that personal bleeds into the political.
I want to what made who I had to be, what made me who I fight to return to.
I am sure I was born as a blank canvass, sure my personality and reason to know that I am human grow with experience – good or bad.
I was not born to be brought and sold, I was not born so men could make into a sexual doll.
I was not born to know and understand what torture is.
I was not born to want to die for too many years of my life.
I was born, like all babies – with wonder, with simple needs and rights, with the search for love.
I was born to reach what was my purpose – not to have my way blocked by male violence and hate.
But even as…
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