Dear man.
I am a woman.
And I have an ego too.
But you kill it, everyday.
When you insult my type each time you hang out with your friends at the bar......
You kill it.
When you say I can date anything, even a monkey, as long as it has money.
You kill it.
When you equate me to trouble, and sometimes, evil.
You murder it.
When you refuse to let me participate in important discussions or make important decisions, because, well, I'm a woman.
You murder it.
When you say I'm only good enough for sex and nothing else.
Christ! You destroy it.
When you make derogatory remarks about my curves, or the lack of it there of,
You kill it.
When you classify the shape of my breasts into orange, 'agbalumo', pear and even slippers.
Kai! You kill it.
When you demand I fear or revere you, rather than respect you......
You smite it.
And when you manhandle me, hit me, kick me, and smack me.
You annihilate it.
But each time you put my ego on a grinding stone aand turn it to paste.......
I don't grow fangs and talons....
And I don't become The Hulk.
I just pretend like its none of my business and apply my make up.
But, it hurts.
It hurts, man.
But I'm still a woman.
I have an ego.
Yet, you kill it.
Everyday.
Ezinne O. Ibe
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