I CAN Speak

I have a yearning inside of me. A powerful yearning to shout to the world what I have inside of me.

A visceral need to vomit those poisons that keep burning my insides.

 

I CAN speak.

 

But in my mind I have so many reasons not to:

 

“This is my own healing, it is for me to work on in private. I will come off as a lunatic hurt and angry woman if I speak.”

 

What is mind-boggling though is that the very reason that makes me so angry is that I HAVE been trying to keep this to myself for years, I HAVE been trying to heal in private for years, and I HAVE kept dirty secrets to myself.

 

“I can’t risk looking like I haven’t got my shit together.”

 

But how can I keep my sh** together when I’m realising that the women who I grew up around have been adorning their face with a hand over their mouth for generations like it was a part of their body?

 

Like they couldn’t exist without it.

 

Like the order of things was more important than their truth.

 

How can I keep my shit together when in the face of wrongdoings to their youngest, they have chosen to blame and condemn the victims and justify the wrongdoers?

 

I am NOT angry. I am OUTRAGED.

 

I will not look away and wear my fucking hand over my mouth like everyone else.

 

I REFUSE to carry on such a revolting tradition, an offence to womankind and, truth be said, to humankind in general.

 

WAKE THE F** UP, WOMEN!

 

Be brave. Be courageous. Rip those dirty hands off your mouth.

 

It is NEVER too late.

 

Set the example. Speak your truth.

 

Speak FOR Truth. And listen for it.

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