Womane, Mother
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Quiet isn’t consent
i learned
life liberty
the pursuit of happiness
before i learned
how often a promise
can hesitate
no one mentioned
how often you’d have to prove -
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How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home, -
the body still blames itself
If only i had smiled differently,
worn a different skirt, a longer one,
if i had stayed quiet, let him win,
shrunk smaller, been easier to touch,
been harder to hurt, laughed when i wanted to cry,
cried when i wanted to scream.
Comments
The linework on this is stunning! I love the knots in the tree stump, and the way you chose to represent shadows on the body. She really does seem to embody all the strength and wisdom of our great Mother Earth, which you can see in her expression.
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