She’s Someone (let me remind)

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She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone.

You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’s someone. She has a name not yours to revise … she’s someone.

You can call her a gift then give her away. She’s someone. You can mine for her diamonds then disgust that she shines. You can trade her and blame her but let me remind … she’s someone.

She. Is. Someone. On every continent you raise your flag – she’s someone. Underneath your gaze and your book she is someone. When you shout her down she is someone. When you order her body with gavels and clocks … she’s someone.

Revered. Desired. Punished. Reviled

You have too long chosen and called her mine. When she’s someone. She doesn’t belong to you, or with. This woman, this girl – let me remind …

She’s someone.


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Eidyia’s Note: I first posted this back in July, 2013. Something or other would have happened in the news to prompt it. Too many examples, too many possibilities to recognize which misogynistic to and fro it referred to back then. The meme that inspired my post has been doing the rounds once again, thanks to that leaked tape. The original, unaltered meme may have been well-intentioned, but we’re beyond that, right? We understand that a woman – a person! – has value no matter her relationship to others. And that what happens to her matters not when it impacts you and your, but because she’s impacted, now. Peace, love and critical thinking to you all today xxx

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I want

… 
  1. to never be a damsel even in my deepest distress
  2. to forgive my past and forget yours
  3. to honour my instinct for the fight not flight
  4. to never ever know my place
  5. to be good without any god
  6. to never add guilt to my pleasure
  7. to be the one who says why not?
  8. to collect more (more!) words every day
  9. to feel small when I look at the moon
  10. to play the game with dice and wine
  11. to never ever settle down
  12. to see the glass full and in my hand
  13. to be the last to fall asleep
  14. to love you because and not despite
  15. to tell the truth or a better version
  16. to reserve the right to change my mind
  17. to never consider my reputation
  18. to make mistakes and make them well
  19. to dance whether or not you see
  20. to be brave enough to let it go
  21. to lose my head over my heart
  22. to challenge what you say is reason
  23. to never hold back ready tears
  24. to sink my teeth right in and bite
  25. to show you just what women I can do …

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I wrote this little manifesto back in 2012. Revisiting today for #IWD2016.

“Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.” ~ Anais Nin

A place in my body

“This violence, and the constant betrayal Lucy describes, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.

This place inside me, it seems to hold memories that don’t belong to me. There is rage here, deep in my cells. And fear, too, for what it means to be a woman in this world.

Sometimes, when Lucy talks, there is a place in my body that knows.”

~ Maggie, The Memory of Stars

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

She’s Someone

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Image borrowed from A Girl’s Guide To Taking Over The World.

She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes you back through time. And she doesn’t belong to, or with … she’s someone.

You can carve her up, invade – but she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. But she’s someone. She has a name that is not yours to dissemble … she’s someone.

You can call her a gift then give it away. But she’s someone. You can mine for her diamonds then disgust at their shine. You can trade her and blame her but let me remind … she’s someone.

She. Is. Someone. On every continent you raise your flag – she’s someone. Underneath your gaze and your book she is someone. When you shout her down she is someone. When you order her body with gavels and clocks … she’s someone.

Revered.

Desired.

Punished.

Reviled.

You have too long called her mine. When she’s someone. This woman who doesn’t belong to, or with. Though history will seldom ask of her name (this woman, this girl) – let me remind …

she’s someone.

Balloon Girl, Red Heart by Banksy

The Girl with the Red Balloon – Banksy