Seven stars in the fall sky Shining sisters with a cry Shall we forever fly, flee Stalked by hunters, never free Scribe us a new life story See us love, laugh, kiss, worry Shroud us in modern glory
Written for Poetics: Stars that count over at dVerse. This Pleiades form, seven lines with seven syllables each, and all starting with the same letter as the one word title, is wholly new to me and took a couple of tries.
Tried to find inspiration in mythology, only found a tiredness over the way women are used in almost all of our founding stories.
Time to work, werk, work. If you want your dreams to come true, you have to work for it girl. Pick yourself up once more. With feeling this time. If you let all the times people have struck you down, keep you down, then you´ve lost and they won.
We´re not going to let them win? Are we girl? Are you picking yourself up by your bootstraps? Linking arms with the woman next to you. Standing proud and tall together.
Demanding our rights to live, to be all versions of ourselves, all versions of womanhood. Demanding the right to breathe freely, to learn freely, to think freely, to act freely, to love freely. Demanding our total right to all choices concerning our own bodies.
We’re not just half the world’s population. Women are the physical embodiment of the awesome force of nature. Sheltering, nurturing, bringing forth new generations of human life.
Time to work. Time to stand up. Time to raise our voices.
Long past overdue to grab hold of and demand all our rights!
This was one of the first things I wrote after coming out of my long years of humongous writers block. I wrote it to get some frustration out. But also as a rallying call to myself, and hopefully, others. Someone called it a manifesto, and maybe it could be blueprint to one. It could also be seen as a Soliloquy.
The world according to RedCat 
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