Hello my name is Olamide I'm currently 15 but my birthday is in September soo ;)
If you can't tell already this is my first
post. I write this on my mums bed; halfway through my summer holidays, and it's 3am. I can't sleep. Interestingly up until this point in time I have been meaning to make my first blog post but was not entirely sure on what to make it about. Fashion? Africa? Feminism? Issues currently going on in the world? (Which are actually very appalling). They weren't quite cutting it for me ......... I suppose I didn't want my first blog post to be extremely chunky. I dunno. Fast forwarding back to the moments before I started writing this I couldn't sleep; as I mentioned earlier. After tossing and turning, I'm pretty sure about 100 times, and wrestling with my mums duvet I thought why not make my first post about me not knowing what to make my first post about? :) Eureka
And also I would like to share a poem I wrote a while back to anyone who is reading this.
why should I?
why should I have to keep my opinions caged up in a box because “girls should know their place”?
why should I have to learn how to cook and clean because those are the only ‘qualities’ I will need?
why should I have to try 10 times harder in a job interview, when you’re going to give it to the MAN with less qualifications than me? (simply because he is a MAN)?
why should I have to alter my dialect to a more socially fitting, accepted way so that the white man is less intimidated?
why should I have to lighten my skin to be viewed as “beautiful” in the eyes of western society?
why should I have to cover up my body in order for me to not be sexualised by other men?
why should I have to straighten my hair in fear of others knowing my true ROOTS?
do you have to?
- Ige, the Poet.
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