I’ve always noticed
that women see and understand the world
differently than men.
Not more complex,
just different.
Men often approach problems
in a straight line
but women
carry many perspectives at once,
we feel the emotion,
see the context,
and follow intuition
toward the answer.
Now, in 2025,
so many political changes swirl
and it’s not just
Democrats vs. Republicans.
There’s a deeper divide:
Men and Women.
Women are fighting
to keep rights
some in power are trying to erase
our autonomy
turned into someone else’s political agenda.
Still, some women support
a more conservative view,
believing the return
to traditional roles
and Christian family values
is what we need.
But based on my life,
I cannot agree.
I’ve felt the danger of patriarchy
with my own skin.
When gender roles are forced,
women lose their power—
especially to husbands.
And humans, even the ones who love you,
act in their own interest.
Even love
can choose what benefits him
instead of what protects you.
Depending on someone else
for money, for legal status,
for emotional survival
is a risk many women are forced to take.
Not long ago,
I came to the U.S.
brought by someone who said he loved me.
For a moment,
the dream women are taught to chase
seemed real:
being cared for,
not having to work.
But that dream became a nightmare.
My immigration status
tied to him—
I became dependent.
Controlled.
Emotionally trapped.
I had to ask
for basic human needs
like clothes.
I used to believe
the money belonged
to the one who earned it.
Maybe that was just my experience,
but I know
I’m not alone.
Laws like VAWA exist
because too many women
have lived this story.
When the power isn’t yours,
you don’t have real choices
you either comply,
or risk losing everything.
For me,
I had another option:
I left.
But leaving isn’t easy.
It’s stepping into the unknown.
It’s facing challenges
you never imagined.
For me,
it meant starting over
building my life again
from the ground up.
Even my sense of self
had to be rebuilt.
I was young.
I had strength.
But it still felt
like I lost years.
The price I paid to be in the U.S.
was my early twenties.
Years that felt stolen.
Years spent feeling
Trapped.