Awake. And Rising.

●●●

An ode

To all the women

And girls

Experiencing

Great violence of war

In their lands

In their homes

At work

On the streets

And many a time

At play

Be rest assured

We feel your pain

Honour

Your resilience

Pray for

Your deliverance

And urge you to

Fight on

For together

We will

Survive it

Box this

Wanton vice

Into obscurity

Control the narrative

That threatens

To destroy us

From the inside out

Rewrite

That tale

And live

To testify...

●●●

●●

If offered

An ultimatum

Of knuckles

Or words,

Should choice

Depend on setting?

Perhaps

Bear the former

At home;

Take it firmly

On the chin;

Stand resolute

When pummelled;

Bounce back

From bouts

With belt straps;

Field slaps

And punches

Like a pro;

Knowing one

Would eventually

Wake up

Scarred

Yet capable

Of healing;

Free of

Abusive nouns

Imprinted on

An already jaded

Memory;

Tattooed

On the lobes

Of a traumatised brain;

PTSD On a

Never-ending

Loop

Flashing through

Nightmares

Filtered by

The 'normality'

Of everyday life;

Carelessly

Carefree thoughts

Overshadowing

Glimmers of

Trust

Better, maybe

To gratefully opt for

The chance of

Self-assurance

In a workplace

Replete with

‘Extended family’

Ready to artfully stifle

Any hint of “rebellion” -

The oppressor’s

Favoured dysphemism

For individualism.

In a society

So attuned to

Mindless convention,

Eager to mollify.

Expect nothing more

Than the constant urge to

Pacify-then-repress

From friend and foe alike

And yet

What price

One, or the other

This, or that?

Why give up

The ability

To jump clear

Over heaving gutters

Leap high

Above barriers

Erected to stall

Our faltering progress?

I'd rather forgo

Fists and fable

Live unafraid

And free

To be.

Just be.

New memo, then

To all of us

Still standing

Strong

Defiant in the

Face of knocks

Beating the odds

Whilst fearful

Of the future.

Our turn to throw

A much-needed

Lifeline

To those

Near drowning point.

That lady

Yet to surface;

The woman

In a private hell,

Where turmoil

Indescribable

Reigns unchecked.

Having survived

Our war

Time now to

Help someone else

Win their own

Hellish battles.

If anger

Be appropriate,

Let's rage against

The brutality of talk;

The danger inherent

In a comment;

The injurious effect

Of an opinion

In a digital world

Persistently

Tearing down

Self-confidence,

Defiling appearance,

Sublimating worth,

Exploiting

Our mothers, sisters,

Daughters and friends…

Let's not be

Mere bookends

Of the problem,

But put

Quite simply

The compassionate

And the kind.

👓

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#EndViolentDiscourse

#WomenStickingTogether

📖 But you, O Lord, are a shield around me; you are my glory, the one who holds my head high. Psalms 3:3 NLT (YouVersion)

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