The exile of your own self: nothing seems more terrifying.
Being barred from your instinct, tredding silently, looking after everyones dreams while you quietly host a nightmare. We swim smoothly when we fit, when we match, when we walk quietly and manage not to shake the sand, not to leave a stand, a footprint.
It´s time to walk forward and accept my walk will not be liked by all. It should not be liked by all. It will not be liked by all.
Allow my steps to resonate with my drum, my heart beat, away from the chorus everyone knows the lyrics of and sings along to. A walk that may be unconfortable. A walk that might even hurt.
A walk that burns your feet but takes you places where being sat blindfolded never will.
Refuse to wear a flying suit, if the wings are only there for decoration.
These wide brown eyes can see beyong sizes, can see beyond your expectations.
Living in a world in which impressions dry the smile and numb the talkers can wear you out.
Slowly baking layer after layer of tasty frosting, forgetting about the warm cake awaiting underneeth the fancy cloud.
We need to recognise each other´s inmensity and gender should not stand in between the vast potential we embody as humanity. Before anything, before even starting, we ought to see that we´re ultimately blight inside. We have built our habits and behaviours on layers of archaic machism, homophobia, racism, xenophobia, sexism. We´ve built a shaky castle made of fear and judgement. Rebuilding is a must, apathy is the killer.
Now we see that through the travels of time our gender has been wrapped in a capsule of conditions that play an important role on whether one moves forward in life or not.
You may think I´m beautiful, you may think I´m not. You may like my body, you may not.
Is my hair too dark? Are my eyes too wide? Are my legs too short for you? Is my mouth too loud? All the answers to all these questions should ultimately mean the same, they should not determine how far we travel, how high we fly, how fulfilled in life we get.
But it´s a job we have to practice every day, in every social microcosm.
Reeducating our mind to amplify the view, to open up the shades. Machismo is inmerse in the language we speak, the clothes we wear, the jokes we tell, the habits we repeat and repeat.
Speak out your story,
Women please do not ignore.
Our gender and its glory
Demands Abuse No More.
