There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless’. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard
There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
like laughter from the bottom of the belly
or pillow fights turned play fights
i love you too much to fight
for something that doesn’t make us feel good.
or some part of ourselves we’ll never know again.
i always imagined your room would feel
like all the things the wind blew in.
been working. good stuff coming together. so very very elated.