Creative Writing Piece

Emily looked up from her newspaper at her mom who was on her way out. “Do you have to go? It is getting dangerous out there” Emily cried exasperatedly. “Yes I do. I am doing this for you and your future children.” Her mother kissed her on the forehead and quickly left the house. Emily looked back down at the newspaper’s headline that said Women’s Suffrage Movement and sighed. The date at the top of the paper said February 10th, 1849 and the women’s suffrage was on their way. She was worried about her mother who helped create the Declaration of Sentiments and was now a main role in the Women’s Suffrage.
It had been 29 years since women decided they wanted the right to vote, and Emily thought they were fighting a losing battle. Women would never be given equal rights she thought.
In every corner of the room though, it seemed things were changing. Newspaper clippings lined the counter, and methods of change were spread across the kitchen table, leaving very little room for Emily to eat. She got up slowly from the table so she didn’t disturb any of her mother’s papers and walked over to the counter and picked up an apple, some of the only food in the house.
Outside the window the world was changing, and everyone knew it. Women’s rights was only the first step in a long war against men, women no longer wanted to be powerless in America.
Emily recalled only a year ago when the women’s reform really took off, they agreed that “women [are] autonomous individuals who deserve their own political identities.” She was deep in thought as she walked back to the kitchen table and accidentally bumped into it, sending papers and newspaper clippings flying across the room. She ran to pick up everything before her mother came home when she saw it. The Declaration of Sentiments was right there, it had been hidden underneath all of the newspapers, but now she saw it. Emily slowly picked it up, she was curious to see what it said word for word. She glanced halfway down the page to see the words “We hold truths to be self-evident that all men and women are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
At the very end of the page were signatures, some men and some women. She glanced at the men’s signatures and couldn’t believe her eyes. She counted them one-by-one and found 32 men’s signatures. She collapsed in the chair next to her. Breaths came in short, slow bursts as she re-counted all the times men had told her that they would never support the women’s suffrage, that nothing would ever change for women, that this was a man’s world and women should accept it. The fact that so many men would care enough to put their names on a paper that supported the equality of women astounded her. She walked back over to the window and wondered aloud to herself, “maybe women will have the right to vote.”
Her mom came back through the door and Emily walked quickly to her and gave her a hug. “Tomorrow I want to come with you to fight for our rights” Emily said to her mother who smiled back with a tear in her eye. “Of course you can come, we could use all of the help we can get” her mother replied. The world was changing, and Emily was determined to play a vital role in her future and her children’s futures.

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