Posts tagged women

IJEOMA: It is we women

eejayoma:

Our bodies change as we become women. We have to keep dates, we are still seen as “unclean” as our bodies washes itself. We carry you in our wombs. We open our legs, we tear our bodies for you. We cry out for hours in bushes, in our houses and in hospitals for you to come to life. We wash you, we…

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.
Sonia Sanchez.

They want to tell you to not speak your mind.

And not stand your ground. Don’t be so straight forward and don’t be so bold.

Because man cannot comprehend woman’s power.

He fears it!

He doesn’t understand how a being so graceful and tender can hold so much force.

So he quickly labels it stubbornness. Attitude. Sassiness.

He is weak and cannot stand the power that comes from this person of opposite

gender.

He’s been told he’s the strong one, the might being. So how can this be? “She should submit. She must succumb. She should be beneath me where she belongs!!”

So he steers clear of the strong ones, calling them “difficult”.

Difficult because they don’t subscribe to his bullshit. Difficult because they are un-fuckable-with!

Son, only a powerful man can fuck with a powerful woman.

Take a number and go stand your ass in the weak line.

~LadyAfrica NwaNri

Todd Akin and The Business of Republican Politics

So, during the Republican National Convention this thursday, pay closer attention to how they would not speak on blocking bills that would make women who have been violated more protected. Pay closer attention to how they would stay mute on blocking the equal pay for women bill. Pay closer attention to how The Republican Convention would focus on abortion rather than laws that would protect women, they would scream and shout about being “pro life” while young single mothers are finding it difficult to take care of themselves, while women are struggling to qualify for welfare but they would rather give tax cuts to the richest of beings on earth. Pay attention to how much they would speak on fighting “Obamacare” while not speaking on how the new healthcare law would no longer make being a woman a preexisting condition. Pay close attention to how there are no talks on how to help the babies being born, to protect women who have been violently brutalized.

I Will NOT Be Denied


Thank goodness the Affordable Healthcare has been passed, now women who have had cancer, have been pregnant and had a C-Section will not be denied because they have a “pre-existing” condition. Women are fighters, hear us ROAR!

Give men advice too

I am so tired of these books and articles telling women how to act, how to dress, how to behave so women can get a man and keep a man. I am tired of a hundred ways to make him want you, i am tired of Cosmo and their articles. I am tired of how to get that summer body so women can be more attractive. I am tired of all these articles. I am tired of these articles patronizing women, men advising women on how to act like women. Where are the articles  telling young men to respect women? Where are the articles telling men women love to be themselves, that women can also be found in bookstores and libraries? Where are the articles telling men that they should stop making some women their second option? Where are the articles advising men that NO means NO! Where are the articles telling men that women hurt, that women also love politics and we love music that does not call us bitches and hoes?! Where are the articles telling men that we admire ourselves, we are not afraid to be strong and we are proud of who we are. Where are the articles advising fathers to teach their young sons to respect women? Where are the articles telling them to NOT rape and abuse women?!


As a woman, i am scared of having girls because i know i will see myself in them.  That one day, she will come to me telling me her thighs hurt and i will die that day. When i see little girls, i pray for them that no one ever burns their shine. I fear that one day, my baby girl will come home more quiet and shy from school and i will know. That is my greatest fear. That i will not protect my daughters from monsters.

A BRAC health worker and community health volunteer provide prenatal care in the home of a Bangladeshi woman near Dhaka.


A BRAC health worker and community health volunteer provide prenatal care in the home of a Bangladeshi woman near Dhaka.

You are more.

You are more than that feeling
Of despair.

You are here; You are more.

You are more than the cowards
Who hold you down & rob you.

You are more than those that stand
With hands by their side.

You are more than this moment.

You are here; You are more.

You are more than your broken
Memories.

You are more than the deceitful
Feeling of shame.

You are more than the setting
Sun in the distance.

You are here; You are more.

You are more than the sticks & cloth
Which fail to shelter you.

You are more than the dirt & stones
Digging into your back.

You are more than the pain
You no longer feel.

You are here; You are more.


—-Monica Lozano (in response to the injustice suffered by Somali women-for Sister Somalia)

Some days By Amalia Ortiz.

When people tell me I’m a strong woman
I want to tell them I don’t always feel strong

Some days I get so tired of being strong I want to let my legs collapse under the weight of the world on these shoulders and just cry myself to sleep
Some days frustration sends me pacing the floor, no solutions, no where to go, nothing to do but pace myself crazy

The women in my family have taught me how to be strong but they have also taught me how to despair. I watched as Grandma stood for hours at a time staring out beyond a dusty screen door sighing such a defeated sound as if to say ‘this cannot be my life’

I remember days the walls closed in so close she would pace back and forth pace back and forth pace back and forth teaching the caged bird that having the option to leave doesn’t make leaving any easier

Some days I get so tired of being strong I want to run away
Some days sadness grips my heart so tightly it hurts to breath and it only helps if I grieve in the manner the women of my family have taught me

I want to be alone now for what will follow. Thankfully the bathroom my most reliable sanctuary is indifferent to these episodes I force the sadness to the surface with sound squeeze out sounds no self-respecting woman would make in public I push at the pain induce a vomit of tears as if despair was labor and I could birth out of me with every groan, pang, throb my naked sorrow.

I was taught well how to purge my pain in private pick myself up off the wet tiled floor and mop away all evidence of anguish and though to many in our society the image of a woman grieving alone slobbering like a child is unattractive to me it is an image of true strength.

In my family women have embraced their pain for generations kicked back straight shots of grief no chaser to help them past the bitterness, locked horns in a head on collision with heartache and survive while many men in my family fear it, disguise it, run from it, dance around it, do anything to avoid it displace pain with rage punch dents in walls, cars, kids, let pain infect them holding it in scarring them inside afraid to feel heart break

Being strong doesn’t always mean feeling strong
Some days I get so tired of being strong
Some days I get so tired I let go
Some days we must let ourselves fall apart before we can move forward.

Through my tears
I found god in myself
and I loved her fiercely.
Ntozake Shange.

For Women who are difficult to love.

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial 
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who 
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel 
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.


Penned by the soul of Warsan Shire.


SAD. SAD.
aljazeera:

Saudi woman driver to be lashed | Court in Saudi Arabia sentences woman to 10 lashes for defying the country’s ban on female drivers.

SAD. SAD.

aljazeera:

Saudi woman driver to be lashed |
Court in Saudi Arabia sentences woman to 10 lashes for defying the country’s ban on female drivers.

Pantsless Progressive: Slut-shaming: not just for men

pantslessprogressive:

Today I had the fortunate experience of having the guts to speak my mind to a stranger and the unfortunate experience of getting in a verbal fight along the busy L St. in DC. And today I was reminded slut-shaming is not exclusively for men - women also partake in this harmful, useless activity.