This one has the essence of a mix of tears and grit, which creates the mortar of resistance and endurance against oppression and denial in many cultures. The strength required is contrary to the power to control and profit from others. It isn't the type where you win or lose. And it doesn’t build a false wall that will repel under bullets or threats coming from the weak of mind. What we see of the women in this poem (and others who share their strength) is the kind of power to be able to absorb that kind of force, to stand up to it. The strength to endure and overcome things - subversion, unfairness, misogyny, greed, misunderstandings, and disrespect. It is not a lightning force of munitions and machines, but the encroaching growth of roots entangling self interest with the sinewy fabric of a hopeful and earnest society. Such power is incredible in the way it eventually prevents conflicts from ever starting or escalating into the hopeless and misguided physical violence we see today. The same grip on reality that a mother’s hand prevents a child from stumbling into danger and darkness.
You captured those moments years back that ring true now. And continue to ring true. I can't imagine even when I try to have to hide myself. My education, my wants, hope and aspirations.
While your words speak of a war torn people who are fighting a battle we can't possibly grasp here in America, from a 30,000' view it also speaks of this country where many freedoms we've taken for granted are slowly going back to dark ages where women were to be seen and not heard. Your words are timeless and eerily relevant today.
Beautiful…and heartbreaking all at once. ❤️💔
This one has the essence of a mix of tears and grit, which creates the mortar of resistance and endurance against oppression and denial in many cultures. The strength required is contrary to the power to control and profit from others. It isn't the type where you win or lose. And it doesn’t build a false wall that will repel under bullets or threats coming from the weak of mind. What we see of the women in this poem (and others who share their strength) is the kind of power to be able to absorb that kind of force, to stand up to it. The strength to endure and overcome things - subversion, unfairness, misogyny, greed, misunderstandings, and disrespect. It is not a lightning force of munitions and machines, but the encroaching growth of roots entangling self interest with the sinewy fabric of a hopeful and earnest society. Such power is incredible in the way it eventually prevents conflicts from ever starting or escalating into the hopeless and misguided physical violence we see today. The same grip on reality that a mother’s hand prevents a child from stumbling into danger and darkness.
Open doors & closed mouths 🥹🥲🖤
& open hands, because every story matters 🖤
Beautiful poem! Looking forward to reading some of your recently discovered “words from the past”!! Thanks for sharing!
You captured those moments years back that ring true now. And continue to ring true. I can't imagine even when I try to have to hide myself. My education, my wants, hope and aspirations.
While your words speak of a war torn people who are fighting a battle we can't possibly grasp here in America, from a 30,000' view it also speaks of this country where many freedoms we've taken for granted are slowly going back to dark ages where women were to be seen and not heard. Your words are timeless and eerily relevant today.
Beautiful. Thank you.
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Ah, so here we are.
Chasers of the Light, Tyler's Version.
As always, terrifyingly brave.
Especially when your voice shakes.
(Just as Dame Maggie would want).
As always, thank you both.