Growing up I always felt something was missing. Going to school and not being able to play sports with the boys at recess. Being told to practice cooking, and doing the laundry. Going out to get a job and being put told to just be a store clerk. Nothing important. We were just there. The men were the ones always able to join the military, race, do all the thrilling jobs. We are viewed as fragile and not being capable to do the things men can. But now, things are changing. Women are realizing they can, and want to do more. My name is Sarah Allen and this is my life.
The road was full of people walking left, and right, small vendors lining the sides selling clothes, fruits, and people asking for a job. My heels clicked against the stone pathway. The usual bustle of the city didn’t bother me any more as i’ve grown used to it over the years. There was one major thing that was new though. No, not a thing. An idea. A revolutionary idea. Women’s rights. Society has become the soil in which seeds grow. The idea is the seed and the women of America are the nutrients which it feeds on. I’m on my way know to meet with a group that wants to help give women the rights they want. Women want what men can do. They want equal rights. I want equal rights. News has been spreading around the U.S. Women have been holding protests and speaking out about their rights. Our group is organizing one of these protests. Over the past week we have been making signs and posters for us to carry into the streets in two days time. We have been telling more and more people about the event and we are hoping for a big turn up. Ever since the U.S. won their independence we have been silently yearning for equal rights. Now we will shout for all of America to hear. It says that all men are created equally. We should have the right. The right to vote.
I continued down the rode, stopping occasionally at stop signs since it wouldn’t be the best if I get trampled by horses on the way to the meeting. The meeting was being held in side one of the founders house. Every day it is held in a different building so it wouldn’t become suspicious since our ideas aren’t the most popular at the moment. That doesn’t mean they can’t become a reality though.
A few minutes later and I have arrived. I walked up to the door and knocked three times, paused, and knocked twice. The door opened and I walked in. The place was bustling with activity. People were working everywhere with cloth and paper scattered throughout the cozy home. This is where it will begin.
Two days later and the streets are packed with women and even some men who are sympathetic to our cause, fill the streets leaving no room for others going the opposite direction. Signs are held high stating We are equal! or Give us our rights! There were hundreds of us. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized what I have helped to create. Now let’s not this opportunity got to waste. I jumped back in the crowd joining the mass. We walked the streets all day bringing reporters and newspaper writers from all over. This is what we want. To spread and publicize our ideas to unite the people to open the eyes of the government to what they are keeping locked away. One day women might have the same rights as men and that day, that time will have fed from this moment.
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