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| TOO MANY WOMEN DOWN |
I read another angry blog today. This One is by a pretty black
South African lesbian woman who lives in Johannesburg and writes poetry. She is angry
about a number of things, white privilege, the ANC, lesbians and homosexual stereotype,
and the common women battles. She is so angry; she uses vulgar language when she passionately rants on twitter. You know what, it’s scary. I’m not out here to judge her
being angry. I don’t even care that she is black lesbian and an activist. I don’t
know her. I have no title deed to be able to say anything about her. But it
sure scares me that she isn't the only Angry woman out there. Blog posts by so many young ladies are talking about the anger and how they're affected by it, from SiyandaWrites to That Cracked Black. It is even
scarier that they have every reason to be. They're also tiring of writing about it.
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| IT BEGINS HERE. |
Statistics show an increase in rape. It’s being recorded and
sent around as porn in South African high schools., it’s being used to teach women lessons, as weapons in war, or for the fuck of it and the
sad part is whole town’s are covering it up. I’m in tears as I type this
because we’re losing the battle. I don’t know why I was sitting here thinking that
if I sit on my lap top and I type about these things somewhere somehow I would
save the world. I’m crying real tears because despite spending the morning
reading tweets about how perpetrators should alone be left with responsibility
of their actions; I’m sitting here thinking I’m not doing enough. I’m sitting
here thinking how unfair it is that I grew up in a home were my father is a
good man and my mother is treated like a goddess while majority of my friend’s
have sad childhood memories, missing fathers or battered mothers. I’m not angry
anymore. I’m sad and scared.
I’m sad because every time I walk down the street and a man
whistles and hollers I say hi because I’m scared he might consider me rude and
decide to rape me because of it. But then again he might rape me because my “Hi”
was flirtatious. Well, he might also just do it for the fucks of it. Literally.
But I’m also scared that it might be one
of my friends on a night out, when I've had a few too many so I’m quitting
drinking this year. But then it could be a cousin. You know what I feel like
right now? My friend recently became a father to a very pretty little girl,
when he told me it was a girl my heart sunk. I got sad because that is one more
burden for me. That saddens me. Because I love being a woman but I’m still feeling
like the moment I was born and I had a vagina. Well I was screwed.
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| IT IS COMING TO AN END |
But women are getting angry. They’re getting angry and they
are mobilizing the troops. There is a storm brewing, there is a war coming
world. It is going to be messy. They won’t fight with their muscle like you men
do. They won’t use brutal force. They will use your seeds. They will take your daughters
and they will teach them to hate men. They will take your sons and teach them
to hate themselves. We've seen the race wars, the tribal wars, civil wars; tell
me how will we survive when the women rise to the goddesses they are? How will
you protect yourself from your mother? Will you kill them all? Will you beat
them into submission? There is a war coming and I fear the future generations
that will be born in its times. How will man and woman survive without one
another?
