The plight of a woman?

Silenced.

Silenced when spoken to, even if asked to speak up.

Silenced when that process in my body

has the power to birth and kill life

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but is too red and messy to be addressed.

Silenced when I want to sit at the table.

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Silenced when my God designed and breathed body is made explicit

implying that my worth, as a woman,

is limited to my appearance.

Silenced when I am looked right through the eyes and straight to

the chest

with no interest in getting to know me;

only getting to know the body I am trapped in.

Silenced when my brother has something to say.

When I am finally given a podium, I try to speak

stumbling fearfully through my words

and then I am laughed at

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wishing I had just remained silent.

This can’t be.

This world is silencing a powerful people

and I am hurt that I continue to feel shut down

and fearful in my own home;

my own body.

Some might accept this silence.

And sister, I know that’s easier.

In the moment, you tell yourself it’s easier.

You whisper with the only voice you have left

'it will be fine down the road.'

But wherever you go you are.

Wherever you are silenced, you are limited.

You are labeled inadequate.

So I implore you to speak up.

I encourage you to sit at the table and use your woman birthed voice

to speak.

 

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It’s hard.

It’s shameful.

It’s painful.

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But it’s so FREEING.

Don't let the world’s plight of women be true.

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We have so much to say.

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Yet even a whisper is louder than silence.