Ria Abraham
To be brutally honest, I don’t like housework. I fake it just to be liked by some.
To be brutally honest, I have my own plans for free time,that is wished to be cherished as ‘me time’.
To be brutally honest, I have my wishes and likes. I don’t like to do away with them for the sake of others.
To be brutally honest, I was pretending to be nice when I really wanted that last piece of cake or wanted that comfort food. I was in no mood to cook.
To be brutally honest, I just want to be myself like, when no one is watching.
To be brutally honest, I don’t like the idea of changing names and changing homes.
To be brutally honest, I wish to pursue whatever I like.
To be brutally honest, I don’t like it when what we do is considered invisible. When I and many others like me juggle home and a job together, how is it that some don’t see it?
To be brutally honest, I wish men were more responsible in understanding and sharing the chores of housework. And if they do, they are not to be acclaimed for doing it, as it is their duty too.
To be brutally honest, I don’t like the way women are treated in many instances, secondary.Does she even have a place where she is cherished foremost?
To be brutally honest, when is a woman even equal? The whole system is wrong. Is there a thing called equal pay?
To be brutally honest, is this ever going to change? Why do we differentiate between our sons’ and daughters’?
To be brutally honest, aren’t we conditioned to think less of ourselves in an effort to make us humble? (where “True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less”)
To be brutally honest,
I write it on behalf of my clan, ‘woman’..who most of the time is not brutally honest just for the sake of peace..!
and Many Thanks to Momspresso for the prompt!
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Friends, that is my take on today’s prompt, some thoughts on social convictions.