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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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A case for my childhood

Your Honor,

The injustices I have felt are many

The color of my skin

The language I speak

The sex I am

The people I am attracted to 

make me susceptible to all types of injustices of every kind

The biggest however has been the injustice to my childhood

What is a childhood?

For I have only experienced hardship since I was born

Subject to the archaic rules of a broken system that delegates what I have to 

wear, do, 

even how I have to speak 

For I am a lady, and as such I must act like the picture of prudence and purity

even if I must be elbows deep in dish grease cleaning for a husband my father approves of.

A childhood was ripped from my memory almost like my sense of self was

My mother and father crammed my head full of religion and judgement 

I grew trying to win the approval of anyone who I met because I could never meet my makers'

Even now I have people stepping over me and simultaneously disregarding my accomplishments 

and yet I treat them with every ounce of respect they neither deserve or have earned.

One of the earliest memories I can muster is my mother siding with my 3rd grade teacher for no reason I can remember. This teacher abused me daily with the help of the other students and my mother to this day assures me this teacher was the best thing that ever happened to me

A childhood was scrubbed off my mind

I came to this country when I was 5 and as such have no memories of the supposed happy times my family assures me happened at my birth place

Speaking another language is an abomination to them

Because I am an immigrant I am less

I steal jobs

I leech off the government

I am an insult to every noble blue blooded American in this 'great country'

Even more so because I am 'darker than the others'

A childhood never existed in this life

For I didn't even know what that heart soaring feeling was when I saw a beautiful girl and that fluttery feeling I felt when I saw a darling boy and not to mention the glorious feeling of seeing un-gendered breathing artwork walking or sitting next to me 

I didn't understand it was alright to act on these feelings 

I did know that 'the gays are a sign of Christs' coming'

Even now I remain scared of my parents and what they will think

My childhood was dismissed 

I had none at all 

to this day I am convinced

The biggest injustice I have faced in my wide repertoire is to

My childhood

I rest my case.

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