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Fuck The International Women’s day

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Yesterday, we celebrated the international women’s day, alas I wished the whole believed in the meaning of this day.

Can you tell me why crimes against women are brushed aside in the media? Why nothing more is done to protect women from abusive spouses? Why there are so few shelters for homeless women and women fleeing situations like this? Why violence against women is considered a lesser crime?  Why women’ rape is a misdemeanor, victim-shaming, and victim-blaming? Why when a woman speak up and raise her voice is called a whore?

Don’t you know, in some countries and cultures, raped women are forced to marry their assaulter or how many women are beaten or even murdered by their husbands on their first night because they weren’t virgin?  Do you know that walking by myself at night is never safe?  Do you know I spend hours thinking of what would be “safe” to wear?

And what about these whistles every time we are walking on the street?! What’s the purpose of these whistles? We are not some kind of pets who’s willing to go running after some guys with high hormones, but I guess when the wolf goes for a stroll, all the dogs start barking.

So yeah, fuck the international women’s day, I don’t find a reason to celebrate this day. Women are not second class citizens. We are not breeding tools for your war machine, or vessels for your property. We are people, and deserve the same rights as everyone else. I am a woman, therefore I am a goddess, a warrior, a fighter, a lioness.

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Still I Rise

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This is one of my favorite poem by the great Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Closed Doors

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Closed doors all around me

And I struggle to open each one of them

You see life has always been unfair to me

And I never get what I want

But life is full of lessons

I learned that persistence is the key

And my fate is within my hands

That’s why I have the mindset of a winner and champion

And I will always aim for the stars

No matter how winds of change blow

I’m harder, stronger, better than before

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Fighter

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Pain is an ounce of weakness
Being cured by the growth of strength.
Fear is a challenge waiting to be crossed.
Hurt me, and i will fight.
Wound me, and i will heal.
Scar me and i will learn.
But remember…
No matter what,
I will always overcome