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Women Studies conclusion

My point is to raise awareness; even in contemporary times females are still seen as property.  In relation to choosing our next president let us choose the man who is willing to stand up for the rights of women.  I am not connecting either president to this story, but I am connecting the thought of females as objects and the idea that men have the right to choose a women’s rights.  Although contemporary laws speak for the equal rights for women to men, contemporary living does not always depict this.

Women Studies cont.

His eyes bold with aggression, but also smoldering.  At first his touch was gentle, but soon became forced. Then at once he seemed to overtake me; I screamed, but my anguish swallowed by his grip.  The worst I suppose is my lost of family.  In one swift second I was taken and sold into a ring of sex slavery.  Human Trafficking and Sex Trafficking is one of the biggest profitable industries worldwide.  The story above is an excerpt of a story I once heard during the vagina monologues. Human Trafficking and Sex Trafficking is one of the biggest profitable industries worldwide.  The story above is an excerpt of a story I once heard during the vagina monologues.  The scariest part is the ethnicity, class standing, and age of the young girl is undetermined by the facts of the story.  Meaning it could potently be your mother’s story, your sister’s story, your daughter’s story, your friend’s story, my story, or your future story. 

Women Studies

Hot breeze shifted the trees, the sun’s rays penetrated so deeply it felt as if my face might catch fire.  An ordinary day had turned into a perfectly special day.  Today was the day on my best friends sweet sixteen birthday.  Her mother had finally decided to let us celebrate, allowing for a boys and girls party.  This of course meant shopping, aisles upon aisles of dresses laid out before us.  Silks, pearls, diamonds, glitter and sparkle decorated each dress.  How were we to choose the perfect dress?  With time of importance, but fashion of the essence; hastily danced through the dresses picking our favorite.  Usually one of our moms went shopping with us, but today on this perfectly special day no one accompanied us.  As we were leaving the boutique, three dressed military men lingered in holding the door for us. We gingerly smiled, batted our eyelashes;but continued to walk away. His voice was like sweet liquid, drawing me into his deathly bite. I remember walking back answering his cat call. 

Passion completely in utter love with, nothing has a hold on me like that anymore. 

My mindset is that of a disheveled princess. 

Pretty on the outside, but not exactly sure how I feel about it all on the inside.

Slightly stumbling in distress.

However, at least I am a pretty mess so I will eventually figure out the rest.