And you did not fight Mind you I speak not mockingly but I fought for freedom

And you did not fight mind you i speak not mockingly

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And you did not fight. Mind you, I speak not mockingly but I fought for freedom, I’m fighting now for our unity. We are women all, and what wrongs you murders me and eventually marks your grave so we share a mutual death at the hand of tyranny. They trapped me with the chain and gun. They trapped you with lying tongue. For, ‘less you see that fault- that male villainy that robbed you of name, voice and authority, that murderous greed that wasted you and me, he, the white supremacist, fixed your minds with poisonous thought: “white skin is supreme.” and therewith bought that monstrous change exiling you to things. Changed all that nature had ill you wrought of gentle usefulness, abolishing your spring. Tore out your heart, set your good apart from all that you could say, think, feel, know to be right. And you did not fight, but set your minds fast on my slavery the better to endure your own.
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‘Tis true my pearls were beads of sweat wrung from weary bodies’ pain, instead of rings upon my hands I wore swollen, bursting veins. My ornaments were the wip-lash’s scar my diamond, perhaps, a tear. Instead of paint and powder on my face I wore a solid mask of fear to see my blood so spilled. And you, women seeing spoke no protest but cuddled down in your pink slavery and thought somehow my wasted blood confirmed your superiority. Because your necklace was of gold you did not notice that it throttled speech. Because diamond rings bedecked your hands you did not regret their dictated idleness. Nor could you see that the platinum bracelets which graced your wrists were chains binding you fast to economic slavery. And though you claimed your husband’s name still could not command his fidelity. You bore him sons. I bore him sons. No, not willingly. He purchased you. He raped me, I fought! But you fought neither for yourselves nor me. Sat trapped in your superiority and spoke no reproach.
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Consoled your outrage with an added diamond brooch. Oh, God, how great is a woman’s fear who for a stone, a cold, cold stone would not defend honor, love or dignity!
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  • Fall '11
  • LauraBlack
  • White supremacy, white womanhood

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