I can't change, it's obvious I can't change. So don't try to change me, it is a pointless pursuit, I like being odd and an outcast, I like it when I feel different from everyone, I like it when I am out of fashion and I still believe in ideals.
I can't stand my job anymore, I thought it was about activism, about raising awareness about important causes instead it's merely, purely about marketing, and my strong opinions and belief can't be sold, they must improve and raise. I can't work there anymore, especially because I am an humanitarian, not a vendor. I miss my old job, even though my co workers hated me because I wasn't racist and actually helped the refugees and, most of all, because I am Muslim. Hopefully, I'll get the job back when my revenge will be done and I'll be finally the innocent. Because I AM the innocent.
I'm mentally tired and emotionally drained. I am starting to feel like I am paranoid but I am afraid there's a conspiracy behind my back...if not, bad luck exists. Really.
I hate my job, I know so well about the causes we work for and I have less success because I am professional, I dress modestly, I don't flirt with men nor with the boss and coworkers, so I get less people into the refugees' cause. But I helped so many refugees I know and I am the one who knows better about them. And I love someone who's somewhat one of them.
Question is:
Am I wrong, or is Italy wrong?
Because I am trying to fit in a country who's mine but doesn't accept me being me. I don't have equal opportuinities as other women because I depend on my brain and my heart and not on my body. And that's the sad truth about the country of the sun, women who are objects have more success then women who have opinions and talents. The only people I get into the refugees' causes are strong, committed, feminist women who are like me. They like me and they trust me. And God, I am so proud of them. Who cares if I get few subscriptions, I have high quality ones. They'll help the refugees forever, not just few months.
So why would I change?
I'll never change. I won't.
I am happy with my odd self. I enjoy my strange side.
I'll raise above one day, and will have the job I deserve. Then I'll make peace with my country: when I'll be respected for what I am, when my rights won't be denied, when I'll be able to breath...
I can't stand my job anymore, I thought it was about activism, about raising awareness about important causes instead it's merely, purely about marketing, and my strong opinions and belief can't be sold, they must improve and raise. I can't work there anymore, especially because I am an humanitarian, not a vendor. I miss my old job, even though my co workers hated me because I wasn't racist and actually helped the refugees and, most of all, because I am Muslim. Hopefully, I'll get the job back when my revenge will be done and I'll be finally the innocent. Because I AM the innocent.
I'm mentally tired and emotionally drained. I am starting to feel like I am paranoid but I am afraid there's a conspiracy behind my back...if not, bad luck exists. Really.
I hate my job, I know so well about the causes we work for and I have less success because I am professional, I dress modestly, I don't flirt with men nor with the boss and coworkers, so I get less people into the refugees' cause. But I helped so many refugees I know and I am the one who knows better about them. And I love someone who's somewhat one of them.
Question is:
Am I wrong, or is Italy wrong?
Because I am trying to fit in a country who's mine but doesn't accept me being me. I don't have equal opportuinities as other women because I depend on my brain and my heart and not on my body. And that's the sad truth about the country of the sun, women who are objects have more success then women who have opinions and talents. The only people I get into the refugees' causes are strong, committed, feminist women who are like me. They like me and they trust me. And God, I am so proud of them. Who cares if I get few subscriptions, I have high quality ones. They'll help the refugees forever, not just few months.
So why would I change?
I'll never change. I won't.
I am happy with my odd self. I enjoy my strange side.
I'll raise above one day, and will have the job I deserve. Then I'll make peace with my country: when I'll be respected for what I am, when my rights won't be denied, when I'll be able to breath...
