When We Can Be "Free"

chapter one. but im just a woman

This is set in the 1789s and is long chapters.
I hope you enjoy it- ray (the creator)

I was only 12 when my father died.... I have never been the same after that day. He was not only brave but heroic to me. I can't think of a better person. Except for may... May is such a amazing person who isn't what she seems to be. She is a rebel who is everything I can't be. She isn't stuck in a arranged marriage. I just want to be with her. Imagine me and her walking on the beach together holding hands as she tells me that she loves me and I'll be the only one for-. "Madam Johnson. You will be late for your date with mister, andrews." Mister Andrew's is the man who has my hand in marriage. Whom with I shall never love. He isn't my type. And he has no morals he just wants to sleep with someone and have a legacy. As for me I would be busy in the kitchen cleaning and having kids.... I just want to be free. Why can't people see that..... I'm more than just a pretty face I'm a person. But no one let's me. A woman speak out. "No you musnt! DISGUSTING, DISSRESPECTFULL! UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Why can I not have my own life and not be someone else. As I say that I check my mail. May wrote to me.. "Ahhh" I sit down and open it in the bathroom while getting ready for are date. "My dearest love, my life with out you is with out love of lottery. Filled with hatred and disregard, for me and my family. That family being you I want to start a future with you. I want to feel your hands brush against mine as we look at the stars who are no longer lowsome. All will have been right from that moment on. And if we die we will die. Along as we can forever be with eachother and forgive others for there stupidity.

To my dearest love
XO,XO
May

As I finish reading everything she puts butterflys in my stomach and I can't bear to go see mister andrews I want to see her.... but I am just a woman.....

I finish getting ready and I put on a nice dress. As I walk out of my room and on the stairs mister Andrews is waiting. "Madam you are a prime article" (he was telling her she looked beautiful.)
"And you aswell mister andrews." "I told you before call me Andrew, Madam." "Yet I also told you to not call me Madam." I can't stand him. He trys to be nice but how can I love him when my heart is taken aflame by someone else...? "I'm sorry I am very used to calling elegant lady's Madam. But you are my wife... the most elegant of all. You deserve a different name darling." Darling..... as much as I hate him. Darling seems... good. "Okay Mansour. Shall we go off to tea..?" "Yes my darling." We head off and we keep walking side by side he keeps complementing me telling me my beauty makes the world gravel at my knees. But I don't care for him I am in love with someone else. As we are walking I day dream about me and may meeting eachother agian... she takes my heart aflame my little... darling. I know it sounded right but just not for the right person. I can not wait to get home and write darling may a letter. I listen back to mister andrews. "I took a redcoats neck and slammed him to the ground!" He sounds so proud of hurting another human. Everyone is against everyone now. They're to busy fighting so straight white men don't have to pay a penny to get books.. some of us actually have issues. I have no rights I am just a woman who has to sit still and be pretty. We walk into the saloon and we sit down after ordering are tea. As we wait I decide to be nice and strike up a conversation knowing he loves to brag I ask. "How many metals do you have Andrew?" "Not enough to brag about. I have tried to talk to Washington but hanilton is a stonewall so I have a 6 hour long meeting with mister Washington in 6 days. I have been waiting so long to be able to see him and now I have but a week!" He loves talking about himself so I bought myself a few minutes that I can be left in thought.