Let Shrillness Ring
December 24, 2016
This is for my student who wrote “rape won”;
for my daughter who thought sexism was dead;
for the girls who deal with boys being boys;
for the sluts we are for having a woman’s body.
Let our shrill voices rise and spread until they are heeded directives.
Let our bitchiness thrive until it is the norm that is no longer placated and silenced.
Don’t try to soothe us: we are beyond appeasement.
We don’t want your condescending advice dictated in superior tones.
We are not the vessels of your perverted visions;
We are
Not of you
We are of ourselves and the people who respect
Our bodies
Our minds
Our moods
swinging
Our stubbornness.
We are the pinpricks of conscience you feel, but don’t acknowledge.
You don’t know this, but
we mock you and your need to control and limit—
for we rise and thrive past your oppression,
but you, you are tied to it—constricted by the emptiness of your own binds.
Each of us is
a fountain that cannot be contained;
a decision that banishes naysayers;
an emotion that unites;
propelling us forward—past the misogynists
and into the respectful reality we envision for ourselves
and each other.
Ours is a vision that cannot be crushed:
united together
woman women.
I love this, Laura. I'm going to re-read a few times because it needs to be really thought about. There's a lot here to chew on.
I am so thankful for thoughtful women like you in the world. If we could only truly unite all women together, we would be unstoppable. I truly believe that women are at their best when they are supporting each other.
Posted by: Margaret Lesh | December 26, 2016 at 12:02 AM
So true! Thanks for your support and encouragement. Those are the true gifts that a person needs.
Posted by: Laura of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman | December 26, 2016 at 10:46 AM