People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Much like grabbing onto an electric fence;
her arms locked, rigid, and she can’t let go.
Constricted, restricted, hands become fists.
What to punch? Who to punch? Maybe her,
She cannot punch her child. Though after the
fifth shrieking alarm heard tonight, she must
rush out, away, kick her partner out of bed.
When they’ve gone, finally, to their child, she
expels the tears, the fury, the violence and she
batters her pillow. Biting its corner to keep
from screaming. For if she screams, everyone
on the planet will shatter like glass. No, not
everyone, since all women scream with her.
Hysterical? No. And not simply a diagnosis
to control a woman, women, to control her.
It is not this; it never has been. Any woman,
all woman will tell you their days of neglect,
attack, and molestation; their incomplete lack
of support. Their inability to carry more than
half the sky. Their need, ours, to change our
world, to shift our paradigm. If we choose to
grow society full of sharing and cooperation,
with community over conflict, children must
learn love, to live their emotions. All of them.
May we survive. We’re not there, not near. So,
I warn you, cover your ears. She is screaming.
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Brilliantly written my friend 🖤
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Thank you. I originally wrote it entirely from the female point of view, but feared I would be accused of gender appropriation. I think it was stronger though. Share it if you’re so inclined.
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