Dear Saleem,
I named you after my father because of the day he told me he once beat his convicted pedophile uncle for making a sexual comment about a twelve year old walking past him. Also for the time my uncle called his wife a whore and he kicked him out. For the time he planted roses for my mother because she deserves roses everyday. I named you for a man I never saw mistreat a woman. For a man who treated me as a human and not a girl. I named you for a man who in a time where all I heard was " so and so is beating his girlfriend or wife" I never saw raise a hand to a woman. I named you for him in the hope that he will rub off on you.
They are many things I will teach you, like to live fearlessly and be yourself but only one is important today. Darling I birthed you because they are not enough men that know that women are human beings. They are not human because they are someone's mother, sister, daughter or wife, they are human because they are real. The world will tell you that as real as women are they belong to you.
They do not. Just as you do not belong to me. But God help me if I ever find out my son is the cause of a woman's pain I will lay him in that grave myself. They are not your toys. They are not your belongings. They are not an accessory. They were not created for your amusement, entertainment or gratification. They are not inferior or superior. They are not the weaker sex.
While on the topic of real the words hoe, slut, bitch and variations are not real words. They are not acceptable in relevance to women or girls. Or humans. No one person's sexual preferences should define them. But remember to respect them. Ask my darling, ask before you please. And remember that a drunk yes is a no. And remember that no one person's decisions are better than another's we've all got different paths.
With Love,
Mama
I named you after my father because of the day he told me he once beat his convicted pedophile uncle for making a sexual comment about a twelve year old walking past him. Also for the time my uncle called his wife a whore and he kicked him out. For the time he planted roses for my mother because she deserves roses everyday. I named you for a man I never saw mistreat a woman. For a man who treated me as a human and not a girl. I named you for a man who in a time where all I heard was " so and so is beating his girlfriend or wife" I never saw raise a hand to a woman. I named you for him in the hope that he will rub off on you.
They are many things I will teach you, like to live fearlessly and be yourself but only one is important today. Darling I birthed you because they are not enough men that know that women are human beings. They are not human because they are someone's mother, sister, daughter or wife, they are human because they are real. The world will tell you that as real as women are they belong to you.
They do not. Just as you do not belong to me. But God help me if I ever find out my son is the cause of a woman's pain I will lay him in that grave myself. They are not your toys. They are not your belongings. They are not an accessory. They were not created for your amusement, entertainment or gratification. They are not inferior or superior. They are not the weaker sex.
While on the topic of real the words hoe, slut, bitch and variations are not real words. They are not acceptable in relevance to women or girls. Or humans. No one person's sexual preferences should define them. But remember to respect them. Ask my darling, ask before you please. And remember that a drunk yes is a no. And remember that no one person's decisions are better than another's we've all got different paths.
With Love,
Mama
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