ANGRY WOMEN I say unto you, unto you I came, what right do you have, the perpetuation, of the madness to the left and to the right and all around, by doing nothing about it, when the future is in your hand, when the future is in your heart? Denied! How dare you succumb to the injustice you see! How dare you-not being of what you are made! Don’t you know, angry woman, don’t you know? Am I left to wonder then, aren’t you but a child grown up? Aren’t you the eye of compassion? Aren’t you the arms of warmth? Can you slay the corrupt or block his path with outstretched arms? Can you hold onto the handle of justice as hatred seeps, trying to ooze into your pores, and loosen, dear woman, and loosen from you exactly what you are? I can see you and I have seen you! Yes, dear woman, in the little things beheld, in the little offerings, in the little touches, in the little looks, in the little smiles, in the little nudges, in the little moments when you have finally rested, it is when we all can rest, when all is tranquil. Yes, I have seen you. Do you deny your essence, or do you relish it? What will you bring to the table of conniving pine and corrupt mahogany, of masculine oak and bloody cherry? You are, the other half of mankind the future half! How are you going to do it?
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 14:29:48 +0000
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