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Wings of the Raven—NaPoWriMo #15

One created to represent
that which I long to be.
Another who bears the
scars of my harsh reality.

A third to lift my heart
and spread joy in ways
that I could only dream of
doing own my own.

A raven with wings of
black and teal.

Intelligent and cunning.
Wise and outspoken.
Always with a word to say.
Always the center of attention
instead of sitting in the shadows
watching the world go by.

I am the one who waits for
something to happen. He is the
one who creates action. Drama.
Life.

I sit patiently on the sidelines
wary of the crowds and content
to watch as the best moments in
life pass me by.

He is the one the one at the center
of attention. Thriving off the energy
of the crowd. He is not content to
sit and watch or pause or wait. He
does not wait for the moments to
come he creates them with a dazzle
and a flair.

He is bold and outspoken. Never
hesitating to say what must be said.
He is not shackled by silence and fear
like I am.

He will not stand by in silence while
someone else mocks or quiets the voice
of another.

He is the voice I wish I had.
He is the confidence I dream of
when I am too afraid to take part
in the action.

He is light and darkness and fun
and wisdom and smooth words
and confidence and bold outspoken
reality.

He speaks truth with every breath
and does not worry about the opinions
others hold of him when he dares to
say that which others will not.

He is my confidence.
He is the soul that gives me wings.
He is the voice of boldness that I
desire when there is something that
needs to be said. He does not tolerate
fools or stand by idly while the loud
unceasingly interrupt the quiet.

He is the light to my darkness.
The sun to my shadows.
He is the illumination that fills
my soul and my heart.

I may long for the heart of a lion or
shed the lonely tears of the oryx, but
more than anything else… I long for
the wings of the raven.

—Written April 15th, 2014 

These days, before we talk about misogyny, women are increasingly being asked to modify our language so we don’t hurt men’s feelings. Don’t say, “Men oppress women” – that’s sexism, as bad as any sexism women ever have to handle, possibly worse. Instead, say, “Some men oppress women.” Whatever you do, don’t generalise. That’s something men do. Not all men – just some men.

This type of semantic squabbling is a very effective way of getting women to shut up. After all, most of us grew up learning that being a good girl was all about putting other people’s feelings ahead of our own. We aren’t supposed to say what we think if there’s a chance it might upset somebody else or, worse, make them angry. So we stifle our speech with apologies, caveats and soothing sounds. We reassure our friends and loved ones that “you’re not one of those men who hate women”.

What we don’t say is: of course not all men hate women. But culture hates women, so men who grow up in a sexist culture have a tendency to do and say sexist things, often without meaning to. We aren’t judging you for who you are but that doesn’t mean we’re not asking you to change your behaviour. What you feel about women in your heart is of less immediate importance than how you treat them on a daily basis.

You can be the gentlest, sweetest man in the world yet still benefit from sexism. That’s how oppression works.

Of course all men don’t hate women. But all men must know they benefit from sexism  (via albinwonderland)

I like “semantic squabbling.” I’m using that one.

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