Happy International Women’s Day! And if anyone feels like grousing about there actually being an international women’s day at all, please move on now! And try and work on your empathy. I can see male oppression, too, just not today. Today, at least for one day of 365, women are visible. After I post this, I’ll shower and get ready to go to a Women in Business networking event in Enniskillen, where women making it happen in Fermanagh and Tyrone can meet up and get to know they are not alone.
So the Poetry Daily is all about International Women’s Day…and the reason why there is one at all in the first place.
The day that woman could be free...
of cat calls, forcing a smiley
face when really? It's all fake.
Just the habit of pleasing for safety's sake.
Except, when is it ever really safe
when you put on your armour every day
just to walk across a dark car park.
It's hard being prey...wolf whistles, cat calls.
We are ever vigilant not to blunder.
You can be a fox whose chased by horse and hounds.
Is it small wonder that sometimes a strategy
of invisibility seems really sound?
If you say we are everywhere
then today, please take note.
Women have so much flair, but
how often do you see them outside
the context of your care?
Feeding, cleaning, washing, nursing...
Do you see them building?
Do you see them calling you out
commenting on you nicely formed bum?
Token women breach the glass ceiling.
You can count them on your thumb.
(It must be exhausting always being the only one.)
Oh, and by the way, I don't really want a world
where I'll ask you to smile and compliment your bum.
It would be fairer if all of us
could actually look and really be able to see
the light that shines so brightly
inside souls with a female body.
To not live in a world where there are still
male theologians who even make that query.
That half a viewpoint can never be a whole.
It would be a wonderful world if we all rolled
with you seeing me and I would see you, too,
the light that shines oh so divinely -
water to air, earth to sky,
the yin to yang, woman to man,
the yang to yin, man to woman.
I see you. You see me. Honestly.
No need for invisibility.
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