La Mujer Loca

"They call me crazy, yet not a single one of them actually listens." I can't recall when I first started feeling like I was talking to a wall. Perhaps it was the moment I stopped smiling when everyone else laughed. Or maybe it was when I refused to forgive someone simply because the world insisted, "That is what a 'good woman' is supposed to do." I am not writing this to justify myself. I am writing this to ensure that even if you silence my voice, you cannot extinguish my thoughts. You call me angry? I am angry, but not because of hormones, and certainly not because I’m 'sensitive.' I am angry because I see too much of what the world hides behind a veil of false morality. If a man speaks loudly, you call him bold. But if I speak with the same conviction, you call me hysterical. If I choose to be alone, you call me lonely. If I cry, you call me weak. If I don't cry, you call me cold. What is it that you actually want from me huh? Oh, forgive me. A woman shouldn't ask such things. It’s considered 'losing one’s place.' I am not writing this for those of you who want to feel comfortable, nor for those searching for love quotes. This is a slap in the face for anyone who has ever called a woman 'crazy' simply because she dared to think for herself. If you are ready to listen without interrupting, without chiming in, and without pinning labels on me, then please, continue reading. But remember, do not expect me to apologize for making you uncomfortable. I am not writing to put you at ease.