I love this poem by Safiyyah Abdullah.
Peace and blessings,
Noraay x
I have taken back my voice
The one u have tried to steal from me
The one that speaks of my entirety
Not just those aspects of me
that you want to see
My voice…my voice is mine
It is part of that which defines
Me
Reflects me
Selects that part of me…
That I wish to share
That voice which speaks of things
you don’t want to see
Or hear
And No, I really don’t care
Whether or not
you want
to hear
I have taken back my voice and
I will speak loudly…no…
I will shout…no!
I will scream…no!
I will roar…
For I am the women raped mercilessly
Aztecs at the hands of Spaniards
Lakota at the hands of white settlers
Bosnian at the hands of Serbs
Palestinian at the hands of Israelis
Southern Sudanese at the hands of North
Congolese at the hands militias
Iraqi girls at the hands of American soldiers
Women at the hands of men
I am taking back my voice.
And my body.
Because they are mine!
No longer will I take the blame
Or hang my head in
shame at what you have imposed on me
I refuse to be isolated,
humiliated by society
no…I will raise my voice loudly
Until u are forced to hear me
forced to look at me…
directly
and see
Your shame!!!
Your blame!!!
Your silence!!
For I
Have
None.
I have taken back my voice.
The one u have tried to steal from me
The one that speaks of my entirety
Not just those aspects of me
that you want to see.
and with my voice I will declaim, decry, denounce, and condemn,
your use of phosphorus gas & chemical weapons
Of drones and clones and land mines
Of propaganda designed to destroy minds
and hope…
For I am Palestine, whose body burns inside
Skin melting from within
I am Somalia, Limbs blown from mines down under
I am Pakistan, Lives destroyed by bombs above
Innocent blood
Staining the wings of doves
I am the sound waves of war…
Still,
Vacant
Absent
Because war is not about sound.
It is about the silence…
the silence of humanity
I am taking my voice back
filling these sound waves with words
not the language of civility..
how casually we treat casualties…
as if they were just property
ignoring the reality
that 90% of war casualties
are people just like you & me…
civilians…
in fact 75% of them
are innocent
women & children.
I am not a dead man walking.
Rather a woman reborn
Hatred shorn
like lamb’s wool.
Having been the black sheep my whole life
I can testify that Black sheep
Grow the most wool.
I am the story of the other side of war
Not just the side that fights…
I am also the side that gives life.
I am the women who keep the schools open,
Gather flour during cease fires
bake bread for neighbors,
play puppet stories and sing songs
to entertain children during bomb
raids….
The one who gave
pieces of chocolate,
so the children would not be afraid…..
THIS is our resistance…
to your insistence that we cannot live free.
We, in the mist of war, declare our humanity.
So I have taken back my voice
The one u have tried to steal from me
The one that speaks of my entirety
not just those aspects of me
that you want to see
My voice…my voice is mine
It is part of that which defines
Me
Reflects me
Selects that part of me…
That I wish to share
And No, I really don’t care
Whether or not
you want
to hear it
Because I have taken back my voice
That voice which speaks of things
you don’t want to see
Or hear
Because then it will be clear
That you have no choice
But to challenge
That voice
within you
that has also … been silenced…
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