My Feminist Manifesto
To better understand the world from
a “women’s” perspective
To uncover that I am not alone in the
feelings that stem from my gendered oppression, many other women feel the exact
same way
To have control over our bodies and
their reproductive uses
To feel that our work is in fact
valuable, for it can be compared to the work of Jesus. It is us who nourish
your babies, tend to your elderly, and feed poor and care for sick
There is no word in West African
languages for “boy” and “girl” but rather prefixes for anatomically male child,
and anatomically female child. Gendered-ness has been socially constructed by the
conquerors of the West as they felt superior and wanted all good things for
masculine bodies
To practice our own religions or no
religion at all if we so choose. Women are created as moral beings by your
maker, possessing the same talents and abilities. Start telling the truth of
scripture. We hear nothing of Sarah or Ruth’s heroism, only of original sin
from Eve. Christianity is forced down our throats because we are expected to “good
Christian” women. The religion of the oppressor, imprinted on colored bodies,
female bodies, everybody
To reject the coercive process of
gendering bodies. We don’t have to fit in every single, tiny, compartmentalized
conception of “female-ness” that your small mind creates. There are many ways
of “doing gender” that do not include restrictive braziers that you forced upon
our bosoms or the blisters from wearing silhouette shoes
Our tight clothing, short skirts,
low cut blouses are not for your amusement. They are for our comfort and
enjoyment. They are not an invitation to peek at our breasts or glance at our
asses. It is not an invitation for a sexual encounter or arousal
We will not stay home for fear of
your rape-culture. We will walk down the street with our heads held high. We
will not be secluded in gendered spaces or cat called by strange men in fancy
cars. We will not be confined to a life of domesticity like our mothers and our
mother’s mothers
No longer can you tell us what to
make of ourselves. It worked in the past but then we were disjointed, now together
we stand united in sisterhood. Stop pushing us out of your spaces. We will come
roaring in and we will be great! We will be doctors and lawyers and senators and
surgeons and teachers and even Jesus. We will teach our daughters and our
daughter’s daughters not to accept anything less
Sisters rise up! You are not second
class citizens. You are the offspring of greatness. The sword you wield is now
more pointed than ever before. You have warrior’s blood running through your
veins of the Amazonian’s. You can make The
Republic a reality. And you will not stop until all is accomplished or you
drop dead trying. For you are woman and you are made of everything great
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