because i came in today
and saw that The Guardian thinks it is ok to frame a discussion of
International Women’s Day
around the right to wear a skirt
and I am really
ANGRY!
when there is still topless page 3
and women are still called names in the street
and ‘asking for it’
‘it’
being violent attack, stitches and broken bones and maybe death
when maybe
going home
is more dangerous than walking the streets
and women earn less than men
and women get less pension if they stayed at home to raise their kids
but are to blame for the kids running riot
if they don’t
and women are not to have abortions
but not to need contraception or childcare
but not to stay home and look after their children or their parents or their partners
didn’t that just go in a circle?
and women are bitches who nag
or whores who seduce
or acting like your mother, your teacher, your nurse
anyone except someone
who has been raised to ask
quietly and confidently
for what they want
and notice what they are offered
and calmly negotiate what works
round men
who have been told they are weak if they listen to a woman
hen-pecked or led by the nose
(the nose standing as we know for something else)
because men are told they will be judged on their sexual prowess, their fertility,
and their control of their woman, their family
and they are supposed to swagger more,
to get their respect, to get their due
they are supposed to demand more, to threaten, to fight, to die,
anything
except asking,
like someone who has been raised to ask
quietly and confidently
for what they want,
notice what they are offered and negotiate what works
as women and men are forced out of the old ways
into
ways that are not new
didn’t that just go in a circle?
and all the time the sandpaper on open wounds
the grit in the works
the whipping up of anger and blame between the powerless
stops the coming together of people
to work together, to become powerful,
to ask calmly for systems of government that respect our work,
our efforts, our contributions
and share benefits between all,
not give profits to a few who have forgotten they are human
or maybe, actually, aren’t human, but are corp-orations,
embodi-ments of economic power;
to notice what we are offered
and negotiate for what works
for the greatest number, not the super rich 1% or the landed 10%
or the inhuman business model
but a planet full of people who would have plenty
if we shared
because i am that woman
who wants to yell: STOP!
we are not each other’s enemies
we are picking up the pieces after a cocoon got ripped,
a mountain broke and a glacier melted and the world flooded
and the foragers ran out of game
and the wandering life of bounty
changed
changed utterly
to a life of growing and grinding
and where people had beenย different but the same,
strong in arms or strong in legs or strong in wits or strong in memory,
and not everyone could survive but there was no malice;
to a world where ownership of more than the tools in your hands became possible
where land became what you fought for, not what ran over it, water or game or green vines
but the land itself
and taking land is stealing from everyone, because so little is left
and as we build closer and closer and crowd like rats
we turn and fight and bite
and forget
we are family
we all have genes of people who ran the savannah
and watched the prairie grass ripple like waves
and some of us sang when the sun tipped the stone to say
spring is coming
and we knew
we knew to our bones
that we needed each other
not just the family, not just the clan
but the far peoples we never met
but who sent their spices
and to whom we sent our flints
and we all carved bones and we all told stories
and we all protected a pregnant woman, we all protected a child
we loved the boys, we loved the girls
we loved the both-ways as the new shaman-to-be
because i am that woman who feels the earth turning
and the clouds gathering
and because my hair is turning grey and i am entering awareness of wisdom
by simply living that long and survivingย so much
and i have seen such strangeness
not much shocks me
but a lot saddens me
and then i see
The Guardian wants to talk about skirts
on International Women’s Day
and
i am ANGRY