Speak the Truth
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I Am that seeker of AsylumI Am that family in needI Am that person of colourI Am that religious belief I Am that woman taking blowsI Am the man giving themI Am that child praying for peace I Am that person of two genders, or threeI Am the ever expanding creationI Am never complete I…
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We will not be the vesselThat you pour your darkness in, anymoreWe will not carry your lust, your sickness, your anger, your rage, in our bodies, anymoreWe will not absorb your trauma in our bodies, anymoreWe will not hold it in our bodies for your war, anymoreWe will open our mouths and vomit it all…
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Spirit asked me: Do you want justice? Justice for my mother,Justice for my grandmother,Justice for my great-grandmother,Justice for all of my mothers before me. Justice for women,Justice for me. Do you want justice? After the winds tore me to shreds,After the mountains crumbled upon me,After the fire burned away my fear,The still, quiet voice whispered…
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And then it makes their mothers watch
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And I will mourn Until wives are no longer raped in their marital bed Until women are no longer accosted on the streets and forced into dark alleys Until girls are no longer sexualized by the men they should trust Until no child is forced to witness the assault of their mother by their fathers…
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We will not submit our bodies to your war, anymore We will not submit our children to your war, anymore We will not submit our homes to your war, anymore We will not submit our lives to your war, anymore We will not submit our voice to your war, anymore We will not compromise We…
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I’ve been sitting with Joseph the past few weeks. Listening to him tell his story. I felt his innocent surprise at his brothers reaction to his dream. I felt the fear of the hole, the shock of the betrayal, the horror in each step taking him further from home. The hope he nurtured in Potiphar’s…
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The most awkward conversation on earth—I get it. It’s not supposed to be comfortable. It’s supposed to be the most uncomfortable thing you’ve ever had to sit through.It’s supposed to make your stomach twist, make you look for the door.Afraid your voice might betray you. Worried you’ll say the wrong thing. Afraid to make eye…
