strong emotion was not viewed favorably in my childhood home I was declared too loud too bold too opinionated too me told not to be angry about this about that list of things deemed acceptable for anger was a very short list, indeed I internalized that my anger my rage is a fearsome thing with … Continue reading The Anger Within
Anger
Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder Rape Incest Stalking Harassment Discrimination Domestic Violence Mansplaining discounted simply because we are women to find our voices as women to speak our truth is a revolutionary act that says … Continue reading Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
My Beast
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists into bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely together curl in the corner rocking rapid hiccuping rhythms we don’t cry pretty we teeter on the edge of madness wonder why we are never enough Image courtesy of Pinterest … Continue reading My Beast
Scorched Earth
Strong emotion of any kind was not viewed favorably when I was growing up My mother my grandmother my aunts my uncles my cousins my teachers the parish priest made clear to me that I was Too opinionated Too smart Too stubborn Too questioning Too challenging Too sarcastic I would always sigh and think to … Continue reading Scorched Earth
Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder Rape Incest Stalking Harassment Discrimination Domestic Violence Mansplaining Discounted simply because we are women To find our voices as women to speak our truth is a revolutionary act that … Continue reading Silence Will No Longer Ring in My Ears
My Beast
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely together curl in the corner rocking rapid hiccuping rhythms we don’t cry pretty we teeter on the edge of madness wonder why we are never enough Image courtesy of Pinterest … Continue reading My Beast