“Women, teach your sons to be better!” but why? but why? nobody had to teach me how to be kind, i learned it naturally, i learned it easily. i watched and listened and took turns and sat pretty. i don’t understand. what could i teach them better than they could learn just from breathing? why is it my job to curb my brother’s anger when i’ve got my own well stewing and bubbling? why do i have to reign in my father’s spite when i can barely survive on my own at night. why is it my fault how the men act when the men are supposed to be leaders and authorities. you don’t tell a drunk driver it’s okay to do as they please. if they need a woman to show them how it’s done, maybe every single one of them should hand over the keys.
(Source: inkskinned)
