I want to talk and to be heard. Remember me for the opinions I have, not for how curvy my body is, or how I might be in your bed.
I want to be judged, not by the clothes I wear. Judge me for my words, my actions. I dare you.
I want my dreams to be as justified as yours. It doesn’t matter that I am evolutionarily built for child-bearing. I will not be your child-bearing machine.
I want you to enjoy my cooking. But know that I cook because I like to. It is neither my job nor my duty.
I want you to respect my uniqueness, because I will always reject and resent society’s standard stereotypes.
I want to be independent- emotionally, financially and every possible way. Be with me only if you like to be with me.
I want your acceptance, yes. But I don’t give a damn about your approval. The only approval I seek is my own.
I want you to tell me what you think. Don’t go soft on me, and know that I won’t either.
I want your assurance- in life, in the ring, in everything. But doubt me and I will do anything possible to prove you wrong.
I want your love, know that I will cherish it. But don’t cage me in its wake citing the evil in this world. Change the world!
I want to do all those things people tell me I shouldn’t because I’m a girl. I want to ride a bike, get a tattoo and trek the Himalayas with a bunch of strangers.
I want to be able to roam the streets at 12 a.m. because I want to, without having to be afraid.
I want you to respect what I want. Know that I also want humanity to be obliterated and dogs to rule in total anarchy.
It’s not about giving me more rights and reservations, because these only seek to widen the gulf between man and woman today.
It’s about where we stand in each other’s eyes. I will not worship you and you should not debase me for matters of biology and which chromosome made it to second base some twenty years ago.