The duality of the mirror, and the fragmented identity it has imposed upon me. . .

Karla Suanni

I am a woman, human or social adornment. Perhaps we are created to be dolls, servants, because this is how it has always been. We have been humiliated, made to be the accessories of a society that does not care about the real desire of women.

How will we find the road home, with so much limitation? There exists a distance between our souls and society, a distance between our personal ideals and our roles.

Who are we?

The polarization and fragmentation of the places where we play our roles either harmonize or destroy us.

What is needed to continue? Only to be grateful. All depends on how we see ourselves, or find personal satisfaction.

We creatures are playing the same role, with this gender and identity assigned by the patriarchal system. We are the devotionals of everyone, but we are not the same, without being able to negate what has been enduring for all of history. Servants of every type, we imprison ourselves in roles, we give our trust over to familial well-being. Society has convoluted us, forcing us to be more multi-faceted each day.

We have demonstrated the potential that we possess as women, our incalculable development, but it has not been enough.

Where the free woman is, the wild woman, she that opines, that vibrates, that is satisfied with who she is, with what she does and how she sees.

We will not continue being a society where it is impossible to consider inequality, because there is no space for the criteria of inequality.   Denial prevents us from ending inequality.

Unlike physical equality, we as women possess distinct and beautiful peculiarities that we have lost, allowing others to say how we ought to be and where we ought to go. There are a thousand ways to terminate this cycle.

Women and the world.

Do we live in a world that hates women? It has been this way, and the problem is that is has not changed. We are involved in everything – woman or no, we are surrounded by women.

Murderers, motivated by disdain, hate, pleasure or sense of property, physical violations, psychologies, to which anyone can give in easily.

Within these words exists the screams and cries of a society that, day to day, sees sadness in this reality.

Our societies are constructed in utero, in the bodies of service that create the satisfaction, maintenance or the sequence of life.

Simple things, such as how to dress, what to say, how to act, how to walk, what to agree with or not, is the reality that we have all been part of.

A society in which to be a woman seems an attribute of inferiority, in a society where this has given and taken from us favors and access.

A very tangled situation, being mothers and bearers of family growth, now we are called the weaker gender, passing entire working days working without abandoning the hearth.

Without a doubt the hate that wraps around the feminine figure in these moments is shown with rapes, repressions, stereotypes and imprisonment, stirred up in a society which we only form part of with limits imposed.

Do not allow the bleak future designed with the masculine gender in mind to dominate this history, this social game that has searched for a way to justify its sequence that often squashes the weaker parts for its use and comfort.

There are many ways in which we have been directed, manipulated and prettied up as individuals or as collectives within society. It would seem that a sexual division has designed our specific ways of life.

But the question is: Will do something to change history or only continue the same way  . . .?

How shall we repair our fragmented history, in which women have decided how to be and are?