I just have to reblog this poem from fellow contributor at FAR. She expresses so very powerfully the rage women are feeling and the sense of power and solidarity to finally speak up against the violence that has been perpetrated on the battlefield of women’s bodies for millennia.
She begins like this:
“I need the grandmothers to help me
re-member my rage.
Cross stitch. Double knot. I sew it back on. The raggedy parts I let fly loose
when I thought it was OK to not be “so angry.”
“Boys will be boys.”
And so then, girls will be angry.
And we will re-member—our rage.”