There was a time when women had strong voices. They were lovers, mothers, healers, and midwives. Then came the “Burning Times”. Women and children called witches and tortured with drowning, hanging and burning. Millions were killed in Europe and really no woman was safe.
This was followed by Patriarchy and the silencing of women’s voices. There have been a few women through the years who discovered their voices but it was unusual. The Suffragettes found their vocal chords and their mouths and women have been speaking ever since. Of course, the louder we speak, the more some people close their minds off from truth and equality.
Clearing the Air
It’s been ten years since you tried to kill me.
Biking home one night, I saw only your legs
stepping behind a tree, then you fell on my throat
like a cat. My books crashed the birds out of sleep.
We rolled in the leaves like lovers. My eyes popped
like Christmas lights, veins snapped, your teeth wore
my blood, your fingers left bars on my neck.
I can’t remember your name,
and I saw your face only in court.
You sat in a box, docile as old shoes.
And I, who had never felt any man’s weight
sometimes felt yours for nights afterwards.
Well, I’m ready to forgive
and I don’t want to forget.
Sometimes I tell myself that we met
differently, on a train. You give me
a Batman comic and show me your passport
I have nothing but my report card.
but I offer my mother’s fudge for the grapes
rotting the one paper bag you carry.
In my tale you are younger and loved.
Outside you live in a thousand faces
and so do your judges, napping in parks,
rushing to fires, folded like bats on the truck.
mad and nude in a white Rolls’
pinching dollars and leather behinds.
Burned from a tree by your betters, you take
to the streets and hang in the dark like a star,
making me see your side, waking me
with the blows and the weight of it.
February Zentangle. Copyright 2015
We can…we will change our one world.