This is a revolution against the social system.
I am a girl. I am 23. I am a 23 year old girl, and I am a revolution.
This is a revolution against my society.
I don’t want to get married because I have to.
I don’t want to not smoke because a girl just shouldn’t.
I don’t want to cover my hair because good girls go to heaven.
I don’t want to regret feeling intimacy because I’ll go to hell if I did it out of wedlock.
This is a revolution against everything I know.
Against everything I was.
I don’t want to care about what your looks mean. What your words mask.
I don’t want to act a certain way because it would please you.
Before Islam, they buried girls with dirt. Now, they let traditions do the burying.
Your traditions are a weak excuse for religion.
I am breaking out.
These chains you see on the floor are the strings I cut last November.
I cut those strings and I walked out the front door.
You call it rebellion. I call it freedom.
This is a revolution.
I don’t care who your ancestors are and when they came to this country.
I don’t care about how your family name paints a certain picture of who you are.
You drive a fancy car? Who paid for it?
Your daddy is rich and your mama good looking.
Who are you, though?
This is a revolution against everything you know.
Against everything you are.