As a feminist, I don’t need to remind myself why it’s necessary because it’s prevalent in my everyday life.
I wrote this for an event on April 5th, 2014 for The Crisis Center of Bristol’s Clothesline Project. The Crisis Center consistently works to educate the community and heal victims and survivors of Domestic Violence and Sexual Assault. WARNING! Because of the nature of this material, it may be triggering to some.
I am here to clarify and specify the people I’m attacking.
To call to task the people who tolerate violence distracting
The patriarchal matricide of what it means to be a woman
The homicidal tendencies, rejection of mother’s bosom.
The apathy displayed
at the outspoken woman’s rage
as yet another woman gets shuttled to her grave.
I’m sorry. I apologize. I’m a woman. I was born this way.
I’m sorry that I state my proclamation too loud
while I passionately protect, my sisters in this crowd
from your persistently prejudiced voice that proclaims we’re not permitted
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