fledgling

As a teen living in the 21st century, you probably might call this a silly one to pop in my head, as you brag about the progress women have made in leaps and bounds. But of what I have observed and experienced in my thirteen years - I don't think so. A few years ago, I faced an interestingly difficult situation. I was serving as the head girl of my school and I had to work with my male classmate, the headboy, to lead the Student Council. Despite my efforts to contribute as a leader, I felt my ideas and views were being suppressed by the headboy. My competence was constantly criticized. I could not find any equality in between, despite being of the same age and importance. Stepping into the shoes of the headboy, he was a student of my age who came from a patriarchal family, that exalted men to authority. He was raised by a family that favoured its sons over its daughters, and grew under the impression of a man's superiority over a woman. Despite my situation, I gave m

The plump orange in the sky Ripens and tumbles down the horizon As the frosty dark strays across the skies The glimmering waters, a soft scarlet Numbing the energy of the oranges To a pale blue, of lifelessness. I dwell in the dusky realms of twilight My worn eyes, gently resting in peace As the flawless skies lovingly cradle The glistening dark, soft as a whisper The lake of voices unheard, Where treasures, left unearthed Of stories, left unrelished. When bustling cacophony of daylight, Is hushed, buried in silence. When the immature howls of man Wear off and die, in the troubled day air Man, like an infant, seeks refuge In the loving arms of Morpheus As he revels in innocent bliss Tightly wrapped in love and warmth Man, the child of earth Mewling sleepily in oblivion, Some, ripping his woes and troubles Full of wishes and wants, sans reason. Most break free of this gloomy spell While some never do. As the golden streaks of daylight Pierce the sky of