outside looking in
i have no idea how you suffered
in your journey to womanhood
how can i ever really empathise?
no one forced me to do anything
advanced their power at me
i held the privilege of being
i could have been the predator
and if i’m brutally honest
in my mind at times
but i was blessed
with women in my life
who showed me
how to hold sacred the feminine
and so i unlearned
a story of generations
that said the opposite
i’m sorry for all those dicks
my son is not one of them
it’s the best i could do
break that chain
forgive my own blood
and begin afresh
Sherry over at The Toads offers us this prompt.
There was a lot to be discouraged about in 2017, but one positive is the rise of the “Me, Too” movement, revealing how many women have experienced some form of sexual abuse, harassment or assault.
Women’s strength and courage is validated by the Time Magazine devoting its cover this week to honour The Silence Breakers
. Woman-strong, they stand together to acknowledge the brave actresses naming their abusers. The mighty are falling.
The rise of this movement, during a year when the political regime is trying to roll women’s rights back into the 1950’s, is stirring our souls. The “Me, too” movement includes just about everyone we know – millions of women are coming into the light of day and speaking out. We are saying “Enough!”
So this is your moment to howl, my friends. Write your poem about any aspect of women’s lives, our voices, our stories, our silencing, and/or our speaking out that you wish. Hear us roar!
We welcome, of course, the viewpoints of our men poets. It is not only girls and women who suffer. Nobody wins in a climate of fear, oppression and abuse.