I need my women to be warriors.
I need my women to stop expecting
that rape culture will somehow end by teaching
young boys and girls that it's wrong to
touch in places when someone speaks "no." That
rape culture will somehow end by saying "Rape culture
is bullshit," on their Tumblrs and spaghetti strapped tank-tops.
That rape culture will somehow end by thinking
that men are the ones who need the education about it.
I need my women to point fingers and name names.
I need my women to press charges.
I need my women to go to court and share their stories.
I need my women to suffer just a tad bit longer in the public eye.
I need my women to have names and faces, not just statistics for
whatever fucking survey is the flavor of the month.
I need my women to stop waiting for Hillary Clinton or who the fuck ever
to do something about "it" or something "for them" or something for "the cause."
I need my women to stop saying "I'm not a feminist but. . . "
I need my women to believe that the woman they are waiting for is themselves.
I want my women to believe that it would take
greater courage deep down inside for a soul to gain redemption rather
than believe all rapists should rot in hell for eternity.
I need my women to be warriors, otherwise
I might as well remain silent
by tattooing my attackers name
on the the inside of my bottom lip so
that my clenched teeth dare not utter
the echo of their name.
-sonja lynn mata
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