The day the patriarchy struck.
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The patriarchy has struck
The day began just as any other day, the sun was exceptionally bright and there where only a few clouds in the sky. Nobody could have predicted such a dramatic ending to a beautiful day, but nothing can ever be 'perfect' can it?
Dysphoria that's the only word I feel describes how i feel right now. My mother, the only person who has ever been there for me is dead now, who's at fault for her death? Dr. Patriarchy. My mother always told me that hate was a very strong word, that it brought with it loss, sadness, anger, and sometimes war. But what i feel towards Dr.Patriarchy is most definitely hate. He took away the sunshine that led me through my darkest most depressing and anxiety filled moments. I feel broken, i feel as if I am a glass statue that someone has tipped over, I am shattered, i don't think i'll ever be able to be 'okay'.
At my mothers funeral the designated will reader told me that along with her fortune, and house my mother left a necklace for me. In her will she stated that I must put it on alone and that with it comes a great responsibility, something she has apparently been trying to prepare me for my entire life. I walked into the empty house that was once filled with homemade cookies my mother used to make for me, I began to bawl my eyes out as I tried to put the necklace on myself. As soon as I finished putting it on i felt a jolt throughout my body, as I looked in the mirror of the living room of the house I had once had many happy moments in I did not see a broken girl staring back at me, I saw a stunning woman who seemed ready to seek out justice against the horrible Dr.Patriarchy.
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