Image description: Pale blue background with words which have been made to look as if the letters were torn from newspapers or magazines, forming a quote – “Activism is the rent I pay for living on this planet.” – Alice Walker
(For Bill, among others)
One day, perhaps
I will lay down my arms and my words
One day, perhaps
I will not need them anymore
Perhaps there’s a time coming
when the words are common
and the arms have rusted from disuse
in some old cellar I don’t yet own
… but that day is not
the when I’m in.
One day, perhaps
girls won’t still be taught
that if they don’t
dress how they ought
then they’re asking for something
they only barely understand
waving the red flag of their flesh
in front of the animals who can’t help it
and the boys and men
who aren’t animals at all
won’t be taught
that they’re too weak to resist
the temptation to take
to coerce
to chase
to push
won’t be taught that
it’s only in their nature
to pursue the things they want
even when those things are not things
but people who
do not wish to be
pursued
One day, perhaps
those boys won’t know
what it is to taunt each other
to destroy one another’s humanity
for show
no one will say
“Man up”
because no one will have taught them
that feelings are unmanly
or that all things feminine
are worth about as much
as tits on a rooster
…but that day is not
the when I’m in
Perhaps
One day
the norm will be
to teach little children
boundaries and agency
to tell them
that their tiny
growing bodies
belong to them and them alone
and that nobody gets to tell them
when they should be touched
that nobody gets to make them
give hugs to be polite
suffer slimy
wet
uncomfortable kisses
from aunts who wear
too much lipstick
or grasping
groping
squirm-making hugs
from the uncle nobody likes
just to spare their
oversensitive entitlement
Perhaps one day
no woman will reach adulthood
without being shown
that it is okay to say no
and mean it
and not back down
no matter how they are pushed
no matter how they are cajoled
no matter how very rude
they might seem
to the person hearing.
One day, perhaps
boys will be taught
to hear a no
as something more
than a challenge
…but that is not
the when I’m in
Perhaps one day
we won’t ask
how much she had to drink
or why she wore
whatever she had on
because we will be too busy
demanding of him
the origin of his conviction
that she ever said yes
that she wanted to be there
with him
doing that
to her
for even the thought
of her attire
to come to mind.
And perhaps one day
sexual will not
equal shameful
when we talk to our children
our partners
our peers
so that we can be honest
instead of posturing
be safe
instead of threatened
be fulfilled
instead of obligated
without shame in our pleasure
without justification for our need
without fear of speaking up
when somebody turns our pleasure
into their weapon against us
…but that just isn’t
the when I’m in
Until it is
I’ll keep on standing
right on this spot
where everybody can see
I’ll keep right on shouting
about the things
they don’t want to hear
because they are
too uncomfortable in the silence
to care about anyone’s pain
Until the when I’m in
looks more like the way it should be
than the way it once was
(back before we understood
that woman doesn’t equal weak)
Then I will stand
here
loud and proud
in this when we’re all in
until I can help to drag us
forward into the now
that we should always have known.
One day, perhaps
I will give up the ghost
for good
and stop making waves
making people uncomfortable
with words that expose
the danger and wrongness
Because I can’t change the world
but maybe only one part
here
and another
there
and perhaps one day
that will not be enough
…but that is not
the when I’m in.
That day is not today.
Wow, this is wonderful. We work to build a future that is not yet fully here.
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Thank you, Chris. Seems I’m back at it. It took an awful lot of people saying an awful lot of stuff, before I could believe that doing so was worthwhile, or that I could have a big enough impact for it to be worth the inevitable mudslinging… but someone finally said it in a big enough way for it to burst through the walls I’d built up, and make a dent in my hopelessness around it.
So, yeah. Back to work, for me. 🙂
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