A girl is a burden but a boy is freedom
Triggered (?) by this book: A woman is no man, that connected so damn deeply with my own experiences growing up (though not as harsh by any stretch of the imagination), it made me
Why are we so angry at people we don’t know?
I’m not just talking about strangers giving lip like: “PATIENCE”*, when I am struggling with bags and trying to get off the bus in a graceful manner. *Some ghetto