I remember the strong women who have made me the strong woman I am today. I celebrate my existence and my survival. Against the odds – I was not killed for being a daughter. My mind was not killed for wanting to learn. My dreams were not killed for wanting to soar.
My mothers and my sisters. My foremothers. It is the blood they shed and the rivers they cried that means I was not killed.
I love them and cherish them. And I love and cherish every women who is here and not here so that I can be here.
But they are not all here. I remember the one in eight women in the UK who loose their lives in the hands of violent men. I remember the women who are told what they can and can not do. I remember the women who are told our pain is not important enough and our struggles petty. I remember even women who tell us our pain is not important enough to and our struggles are petty.
I remember the patriarchy. And today I vow to keep trying to dismantle it. For my sisters. For my daughters. And for my brothers. And for my sons.
What
massacre
happens to my son
between
him
living within my skin
drinking my cells
my water
my organs
and
his soft psyche turning cruel.
Does he not remember
he
is half woman.
– Nayyirah Waheed
there have been so many times
i have seen a man wanting to weepbut
instead
beat his heart until it was unconscious
– Nayyirah Waheed
Happy international women’s day. I apologise for being a few minutes late. And I apologise for ignoring my blog recently. So many things to say. So little time. So little energy. I have been very sick but have recovered and hope to be back blogging soon 🙂
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