8th March-International Women’s Day: The journey so far

What then is feminism?

We continue to declare our capability to be all accomplished by ourselves,

never possess the thought for any man to save us.

We sojourn in agony, poisoned by the fear of being all alone by

trading in our strength of becoming independent.

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What then is friendship?

For some moments,

everything seems

to be fine for all until betrayal slips in.

 

What then is motherhood?

A stillbirth, ready to depart willingly,

never a single thought

for the poor mother.

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What then is love?

So unstable, so restless,

forever on the move,

like a truck.

(Claire Ayelotan: excerpt from THE NAIVE PORTRAITURE OF EVERYTHING

©2013)

 

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