Congratulations.
You have woken the witch that lives deep inside me.
You have removed the slumber chains from the giant of old.
You have handed me a box of matches and no chaperone
And a world made of lies and polyester.
Congratulations.
You have barked up the wrong bitch.
Proclaim it:
I have shucked off the good, southern lady’s cloak,
Of the homecoming court, the cheerleader,
The preacher’s daughter, hands gentled in her lap.
They tied it at my neck with a bow, a Gordian girl-knot,
When I was young and bossy and sure-footed
“For protection,” they said.
Whose protection? I wondered.
Enough.
I have sent that shit out to the dry cleaners
I will not pick it up
They can sell it for a profit from a rack on the street.
From now on,
I’m exposing the raw pink edges of my true skin to the sun.
Some things can’t be prettied up.
I used to be embarrassed by this side of me:
Messy. Expansive. Unraveled by rage.
The barroom brawler holding out a broken bottle
With a shaking hand
Blood jumping to a punk-rock soundtrack in my soul
Eyes so alive they had to be narrowed to keep the light of all that truth
From burning up the room.
These mornings when I wake,
I feel as if I have eaten a breakfast of gunpowder and a handful of stars
The combination roiling, anticipatory, explosive
My mouth ready to spew out a universe of fire and
An ancestral memory of the silenced women who came before,
Rotting in their shrouds, long dead under the ground
Still angry.
No one seems to understand:
That rage has to go somewhere.
Some girls cut. Some girls starve.
Some fuck strangers, tell themselves it’s freedom, not numbness.
Some guzzle gin when no one’s looking.
Some girls swallow their rage down and vomit it back up with the
penetration of a reprimanding finger, stifling the voice,
an Inside Job
The internalized, reflexive police force
Body violating body,
Forever and ever
Amen.
I have done all of those things:
Starved. Cut. Boozed. Fucked and run.
I’ve punished myself the way
the world wants to see its women
punished.
Spoiler alert: It’s exhausting.
No.
You exhaust us.
No.
You. Are. Exhausting.
You. And your bullshit.
You, the Senators and Churches.
You, the old men holding the law hostage to your whims.
Blind Justice?
Nah. That bitch sees fine.
Puts the blindfold on herself now.
Stockholm Syndrome, you know.
Happens after a while.
Shrug. Step. Repeat.
Jazz hands.
They told me not to raise my voice.
So I learned to swallow all my sharp words.
They told me not to be disagreeable.
So I learned lipstick and smiling, a catechism of femininity.
They told me I was shame.
So I learned to feel shame.
They told me not to curse.
Yeah. Good luck with that, motherfuckers.
Oh, beautiful for spacious goddamned skies
For “fuck off” and “bite my ass”
Thundering across the parched grasslands of my tongue
Like middle-finger mustangs who won’t be tamed.
Cursing was the first language of my anger.
The poison apple spit out, not choked in.
A weaponized mouth and a sharp wit
To establish a DMZ—“You shall not pass.”
That foul mouth has saved me from myself.
Try to take it from me, motherfucker.
I double-goddamn-dog-dare you.
Oh, my anger needs room to roam.
I will spread my legs on the subway seat
Let it take up space.
I will turn up my coat collar and skulk the streets,
Hands fisted in pockets, knuckles turned towards the world, ready.
Oh, it’s on.
I will call up to my sisters at their windows,
“Yo! Leave the dishes in the sink,
and the pantyhose to drip from the towel bar.
Leave your shame on the floor
So they’ll see it first when they come inside,
Expecting you
but finding you
Gone
nothing but a slipped skin, a
warning
To remind them that they were right to fear you
All along.”
Then, soft as a lover:
“Come out into the streets, all you messy ones.
All you angry, hurting, had-enough ones.
It’s time.
Come on out. Come out.”
I have awakened to reclaim that girl.
The one refusing the cloak at her throat.
I am an angry woman with a voice
And a foul mouth
And a pen as cutting
as the jagged teeth of a bottle
that has been broken too hard against the bar
and is now a weapon
in a barroom brawl.
Your move.
Come at me, motherfuckers.
Fuck. Yes. Sister.
i thoroughly enjoyed this po03o#82ts;t&o funny! winter is a lot less harsh where i am (charlotte, nc) but i still dread being cold. the short days bother me even more. thank god for houseplants and seed catalogs. and florida.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Dear Libba, Today is my birthday and Grace Kendall shared this with me. It is a perfect birthday gift. I love it. Every single word. Keep writing, keep raging. Yours in resistance, Joy
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All love and respect for this!
Reblogged this on Never Pity The Past and commented:
Powerful words from the amazing Libba Bray
Wow! Love this. Feel it too, that pent-up rage, looking for an outlet. Just WILLING some asshole to make the move that will let me release it.
Thank you for this. Yes –“You have barked up the wrong bitch.” No more jazz hands.
Reblogged this on Stalking The Story and commented:
This gave me goosebumps. Well done.
Reblogged this on Davidrslayton’s Blog and commented:
Love this, and as if I needed a reason to love Libba Bray more.
Wadda feeling we have had.
Reblogged this on lorileskoblog and commented:
If you read one thing today, let it be this.
This is what’s in my heart. Thank you.
FUCK YEAH.
Yes.
YES. THIS. This is everything. Hell fucking yes.
I have read this several times now. Each time I find something new and more powerful. Thank you.
This is the most amazing thing I’ve read in a long, long time. Gave me shivers, and spoke to my deepest feelings right now. Thank you.
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Anthemic. Have printed out for my daughters, myself. Don’t stop.
BRAVA!
There are power in words. And these words give me power. Thank you.
Dang!
Thank you.
THANK YOU.
Thank you for sharing this today. It was a sorely needed balm to my tired soul.
YES, All of This!! Thank you for such a powerful piece!
Reblogged this on Liz McShane.
YES! Resist!
Reblogged this on 21st Century 20-something and commented:
An amazing piece by Libba Bray.
It puts a girl in the mood to go punch a Nazi…
…and you may have just stopped a panic attack triggered by a puppy, a cat and sending a #MSWL query out.
Thanks!
Omg crying. Thank you!!
This is EPIC and fucking brilliant and I love it and I THANK YOU for writing it. #LetLibbaSpeak
You have captured what I’ve been feeling since the election. They say that depression is anger turned inward, well I’m done swallowing my anger. Thank you for this and please keep writing. #WomensMarch #TheResistance
Holy shit, this is me. Every. Line. Thank you for putting into words what I couldn’t.
This.
This is my whole life right here. And the words. Dear god, the words. You have given us such a gift. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart. I started sobbing halfway through and haven’t stopped.
I love this, Libba. And you. I have sent it to my daughters. Thank you.
I needed this battle cry. This political climate is so wearing on our minds and bodies. Sometimes I need a mental break from outside sources and today I needed your strength. Thank You.
Thank you. At 55 I still could not have articulated my anger and experiences like you just did. Please keep writing.
Yes, every word.
I’ve felt this same, fierce rage for most of my life, and this particular set of words set something free inside of me. Of course it leaked out my eyes as I read, but I don’t think I can stop the torrent from coming…nor do I want to. Thank you, sister.
I’m going to memorize this for those people who tell me anger serves no purpose. Like hell it doesn’t!
Reblogged this on Journey Back To Myself and commented:
This is totally awesome. I join you and they will not silence us.
Reblogged this on Where the Weeds and Wild Things Are and commented:
I found this very powerful.
YES!
THIS. IS. EVERYTHING!!
Preach it.
This is like a Nazi getting punched in poetic form.
Blessed fucking be.
This post is incredibly confusing and seemingly uniformed. Whatever valid or intelligent statement you’re trying to make is sadly undermined by your foul language and inability to articulate a linear trajectory or causal connection between your anger at our current president and the POOR choices you have made in your life. Take responsibility for your actions and quit blaming the world for your seemingly inability to function. You sound unhinged. Rage and blame does not effect change. Btw- I’m not sure what kind of changes you propose with the exception of expounding profanity and RAGE. You and your message (whatever it is) would be better served by proposing an actual solution and maybe getting a job- besides eating gun powder.
Holy shit, how do you breathe with those pearls clutched so tightly around your neck?
Perfect. This resonates so deeply with me. Thank you.
You rocked it out of the park. Thank you!
Thank you.
This is the most affirming piece of art I have seen in a long time.
Bloody fucking brilliant. Amen, sister! Let ’em bring it. We’re standing tall and strong and not taking any shit for one more second.
This absolutely ROCKS, Libba!!! Thank you for sharing ❤ #icantkeepquiet #resist ❤
Absolutely. Love. It. Thank you.
Reblogged this on Zen Bitch and commented:
Yes.
Every. Single. MotherFucking. Word.
LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. THANK YOU.
Reblogged this on Alex Harrow and commented:
This. This is my fight song. Rise up and nevertheless, let us fucking persist.
Thank you so much for this. This is my fucking fight song. ❤❤❤
Fuck yeah.
YES!
They turned a middle-aged, midwest homemaker into a sign-wielding Marcher with a purpose, a plan, and an attitude. I have been awakened, and I am ANGRY!
Love this!
Wow. Fantastic piece. Thank you.
YES! Fist pump!!!!! March fucking on!!!!!
Heaven and bliss. Pure brilliance.
Reblogged this on Big Blue Dot Y'all and commented:
ALL OF IT
This is great.
Nevertheless, we will persist!
I just copied the whole thing out in my journal. Outstanding.
MY GOD this is pure divine IN YOUR FACE justice against those who were not justified in keeping us locked up in a pretty perfume bottle on a shelf next to shaving cream that has manly stardust tobacco spit in it. All the suffering for wanting to be treated like a human …. not something that had no right to feel sexual pleasure or vote on who’s controlling their blind-sided world. Your convictions, poetic anger, were what my Soul craved: someone to throw up to the face of the world and say here, son of a bitch, look what you turned me into? A Lady-Whore you take out back and gave jewels and furs to and then go home to your insecure wife and beat her to a pulp all because she reminds you of me. All the years suffered because we weren’t allowed to express an opinion or be intelligent without being assumed to be a Genius-Witch who only wanted to be respected for what she saw and felt as a truth and yet lies were stuffed up her private parts and she had no right to scream or the black eyes were next …..
I waited all my life for a poem like this to thrust me out into the world and not feel inhibited, ashamed nor afraid anymore to be a woman …. just a human who wanted a man to really love her, not give her Whiskey and rings in a dark alley ….. allow me to set myself free from the balls and chains of a Society run by Psychopathic males (or other females of cold empowerment) because I know if I waited for those in power to set me free, I’d still be a seed in a garden of weeping flowers jealous because they never were given the belief in themselves to bloom or even dream that it was possible to turn a weed into a Rose.
Reblogged this on Susan Joyner-Stumpf and commented:
BRILLIANT ~ I waited for a poem like this telling me it’s ok to come out of my cocoon.
This poem deserves to be read aloud over and over and over and over. It’s so unbelievably powerful.
All the LOVE!! Sharing this shit ON~
MY GOD! That is exactly IT! 57 years of my life fighting the damned restrictions.
This is fucking rad. Shared and shared and tweeted and shared again. <3
Nice to see a cocktail bar stocking beers from small breweries. I don’t understand why most of them, together with coffee shops and posh retsuarants, keep on buying the usual thing from the big three when it’s more expensive and people don’t really go there for the beer. I’m sure a keg of Ferdinand 12° costs less than one of Pilsner Urquell, and they will still sell the pints at the same price.
Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you.
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Fucking AMAZING! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
YASSSSSSS BITCH! THANK YOU!!!!
, if they keep on feeding on it sooner or later a point of no return will be reached.Also absent a US President or some other world leader with the guts to intervene in Is1&ale#82r7;s madness that point of no return could mean no return for a lot of peoples, not just Israelis.
Thank you for this!!! This speaks directly to my burning soul and gives words to the fire on my tongue that I didn’t know how to release! I want to read this everyday because it stirs the beautiful beast inside me and reminds me in not the only one fighting!
Thank you for this!!! This speaks directly to my burning soul and gives words to the fire on my tongue that I didn’t know how to release! I want to read this every day because it stirs the beautiful beast inside me and reminds me I’m not the only one fighting!
Reblogged this on Nichole Donjé and commented:
This MUST be shared!
Thank you for this. These are the words of a revolution, one that has been coming for a long time. Let us come together and be heard!!!
Weeping, Total Snow Day feels up in here. Thank you.
FUCK.
*tears*
Thank you.
I wish I had that emotocon of clapping hands on my computer. Brava.
OMG- I’m printing this and hanging it on the wall you see when you enter my house! I love this. THANK YOU
As the proud father of four strong, nasty women I can only say “Brava!”
Brilliant! You have given words to a collective voice. Absofuckinglutely brilliant.
Fucking. A. Right!!
Hell YES!!! This is EVERYTHING!!!!
I loved this. Thank you!
I was told by my father that girls/women couldn’t swear, just one piece of the sexist bullshit that got passed on to me. I made it my mission to master profanity until I could singe people eyeballs and make my whole family upset.
We will rise. We will persist. No one will silence us.
Yes. Thank you.
This is the most beautiful and empowering this I have ever read. It speaks to the heart of the reawakened activist in me. It legitimizes our struggle, it gives it name and shape and most importantly POWER. Thank you libba! I will share far and wide and reblog it. I am so happy my brother in law sent me this piece. New blog to happily follow! THANK YOU!
please put this on a poster!
I need to see it every day
Libba – thank you! Found this through a friend sharing on Facebook; first time I’ve engaged with your work. This was powerful. Curious if you’d be open to me recording this (spoken word, fully credited & linked to you as the author)?
Please let me know.
Warmly, and in solidarity,
H
Ohhhhhhhhmfg
So good, so right, so what is needed to hear in these times.
Thoroughly moved
Thanks for the reminder, the words to feelings, the validation, acknowledgement, encouragement.
Fuck yes. Thank you.
Thank you! I heard Tracey Van Tuyl Stein read this for the FB group FAM. I am at work and it touched me so. Tears streaming. Thank you
Reblogged this on just for today and commented:
This is a must read!! Thank you!!
I love this womanifesto!! I have also tried all of those things, drinking, fucking, swearing and now just stick to swearing like a sailor which totally pisses off members of my family, but I think they deal well with it, if not, they are not so stupid as to let me in on the angst!
Thank you so much!
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Wow. I can’t even put words to how incredible this is.
Yes yes yes!!!
WOW
i mean
WOW
GUUUUURRRRRLLLLL! I feel ‘ya! Woman, this is an anthem! I’m loud and pissed off!
““Yo! Leave the dishes in the sink,
and the pantyhose to drip from the towel bar.” –
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Wow… crying, laughing, growling and howling! remembe all of this Thank you.
Wow!! Brave and gorgeous
Fuck yes! Powerful, beautiful words. Goddamn this made my heart swell with pride of woman.
Reblogged this on Crash Browsers.
Yes, indeed!
blessed be, sister. i just wrote one about having to express our rage rather than stuffing it. timely that I stumble to your post. keep speaking. we need your words. your light. your fiery spirit.
How’d ya know what I’d been going through?
I’m sharing this. ❤❤❤❤👌👌👌👌
This is the TRUTH. Brilliant post!
Reblogged this on Anaida S 🍂 and commented:
WHAT A KICKASS WAY TO KICK START MY MORNING!
PLEASE READ.
Beautifully and powerfully written.
My wife is much as the awoken giant woman your blog describes, and I’d have it no other way. The social circles, the puny men that would have you wear that cloak of “Southern Charm”. They give you that cloak to protect THEM, their fragile egos, their towering fear. A REAL man would find more glory in being allowed to watch the strong woman soar. (Not that you need our approval, just as the sun does not need our approval to rise)
Remember, too, that there ARE men with a mind and a heart who love strong women, and want to fight along side, to push the cowards out of power. To put “social expectations” back in the closet where they belong.
Spread those wings, soar like the Goddess you are, for that is more truer beauty than any fake beauty that lipstick or lingerie can imitate.
Mark Powell, where are all the men like you?! Your words are almost as beautiful as these! Your wife is one of the lucky ones.
I don’t know how to put into words how great this is!
Honestly, I thought that this sucked. I didn’t know what your message was. Way too many descriptions and eventually I got bored with it.
To me, your basically saying the same thing over and over again but in different ways. Constructive criticism, take it or leave it.
It’s “YOU’RE.” As in “you’re a fucking idiot.”
For Kathrnbrady:
Your life will not be meaningful, unless you make it meaningful.
Your life is a gift from God.
He has given it to you freely, to be used as you wish.
But if you choose not to have some form of a relationship with Him
meaning that you blatantly disregard his Word and or teachings
you will never find that inner peace; that you so desperately desire.
Happiness is a feeling, like sadness and anger
it lasts only for a moment.
But the real secret is learning how to be content.
Being content means that you are happy with who and are and where you are in your life.
Despite whatever is going on in your life, whether good things or bad, you have a choice.
You can view your situation as half full or half empty.
I understand that many of you would say that that is just very cliché,
but sometimes you have to choose to be happy, even if you don’t feel happy.
Look for the good in life, it is there.
And after a while, it will become second nature
and no matter what is going on in your life or the world around you
you frankly won’t care because you will be at peace.
Striving to serve the Lord by serving your fellow man.
Peace be with you, now and always.
I guess that I proved you wrong…
Feel free to cry over the fact that the world is no longer yours. Come on, keep trying to knock it down, we will just run you over. And we will enjoy it.
😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
You don’t want people to tell you your a great singer and then try out for American Idol. I know that sounds harsh, but I am trying to push you to write better. I am sorry if it comes off as mean.
Aaahhh go on home Hunter.
Thank you
Nobody asked YOU a goddamned thing. Take your BS elsewhere. It wasn’t written for you.
Ah you’re a christian are you? Says it all. I like how christian you are in telling the OP that her work sucks. So christian of you. Here’s a devil to spice up your day😈
YESSSS!!!
哟
Fuck yes
Reblogged this on About Something and commented:
“Worth a minute”
This is amazing.. Made my day
Oh….I LOVE your words. They resonate to every cell in my body.
Love this!!
Reblogged this on Colorless Kenopsia and commented:
This is the most beautiful poem
This is amazing
It was truely awesome..
This is the best thing I’ve read so far. Highlight of my YEAR
I feel as though the universe lead me to this, I could feel all the raw emotion coming out of my screen. Needed that. Thanks.
Reblogged this on challaandhaggis and commented:
Sometimes poetry is purely primal, and the words never ring truer…
Beautiful !
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Go on girl, give them the shiver!
Reblogged this on Letitia C. Page and commented:
Love this!
Reblogged this on JimmieJoe.com and commented:
You need to read this.
Very nice
“Oh my anger needs to roam”
I LOVE this line. If we keep our feelings inside, no one will ever know that something (or more likely many things) is wrong. We have to let our opinions be known and fight to make change for the better, because silence sure as hell isn’t going to do anything.
Good
This is so amazingly visual and vibrant. A true call to arms that reflects in so many. Beautifully written.
Absolutely amazing! Wow! Yes!
Reblogged this on alteregoliz.
Thank You for Sharing.
We need more pieces like this in today’s world.
Yep! ‘Bout says it all for my 70 years!
I love this a thousand times! THANK YOU for writing this.
Beautifully written. Exactly what the world needs.
A-fucking-men.
This is so beautiful and strong! Thank you, for writing it!
Love it keep inspiring and embraceing the trapped women we all hold within
I sent it to all my sisters. Deeply touching, airing out of my belly anger that needed release. Gorgeous piece. Thank you, thank you.
Welcome welcome welcome
Interesting
Amazing n powerful, can relate it. The feelings we’ve got, wonderful!!
each word resonates.
had to comment again. bc I’ve been reading it over and over again. thankyou!
Eerily familiar, and utterly, profoundly right. It is our job to acknowledge, channel and release all the anger and hurt of all the ages. If your true words touch, the battle is on.
You should make a rap song using the words as the lyrics
Nice one
Reblogged this on Netdancer's Musings and commented:
I needed to repost, I thought at 67 I had finaly awoken, then this weekend I met a woman at a peaceful rally for Planned Parenthood who was 90. I will post her photo with this article.
A (Wo)Man! The Goddess has spoken. THANK YOU
I suppose a few emails accounts for the permafrost thawing. We all know the FOX agenda. By the way, there is no instinct to help others, Helping others requires thought and empathy. That is something not present on FOX or “The Ri2g8.&#th21;
YES! Awesome writing 👏👏👏
Like the most beautiful punch in the gut.
This reminds me of the pride and outrage in works by Nikki Giovanni back in my younger days. The time must be now and it can’t be a temporary state. Let’s all keep up the rage. Thank you D. Trump for something other than prejudice and stupidity.
Reblogged this on lascivious grace~ and commented:
we are the angry young women
Beautiful!!!
This gave me goosebumps. Awsm
A standing ovation .. and we are out, heads held high, bare to the world and daring them to face the real woman.
Wonderful wonderful read!
Magnificent.
Damn! I wished to muster a more meaningful comment, but all I can think to say is: damn!
Bravo!
I can relate
i LOVE this. so profound and gutsy. PREACH, GIRL.
Such chills reading this, the words bouncing and screaming and purring around my head. Amazing.
Thank you.
HOLYFUCK! YES!! Here we go mutherfuckers!!!
My god you’re writing is amazing …I’ve written something of this sort on my blog …but obviously not as awesome as yours..check it out if you wanna ..water997.wordpress.com ..it’s called removing the man from woman
Amazing …and Lovely
Brilliant. Thank you.
This is amazing! I really loved reading this. It’s full of so much power and energy and flows beautifully. So much truth and very empowering xx
Incredible
Pure lionness energy, love to hear you roar your truth into the world and encourage all of us to join the chorus…now let’s gather for the hunt.
Holy Shit. yeah… bring it on.
Hell fucking yes
Si in effetti è vero, personalmente non mi piace proprio per niente Beppe Grillo ed il suo ruolo A parte il giudizio sulla sua persona ho dei dubbi fortissimi, suffragati dai fatti, su partiti e movimenti che nascono io0;pers2nal2≵ . la lista da Tangentopoli in poi è talmente lunga che non mi sembra il caso di allungarla. La partecipazione delle persone nel Movimento 5 stelle è sicuramente la cosa più positiva anche se nei commenti e negli interventi, non solo qui, vedo un sovvrappiù di insofferenza alle opinioni diversa.
Beautiful Poem. I just want to point out that even our curses are patriarchal. like motherfucker. how about father- fucker? You see how harsh that sounds? but we are desensitized. we no longer see the harshness in “motherfucker”.
Powerful.
How do we turn girls rage back outwards without having to wait for age to teach them? (That’s if they make it that far.) I don’t want to lose another female to suicide, drugs, self harm.
Imagine our power if we aimed at the oppressor instead of ourselves? Took me 40 years to see the enemy wasn’t me all along…
Oh, shit. This. All of it.
Thank you.
These words gave me a surge of strength I have not felt in a long while.
Thank you Libby for reminding me of the sheer sorcery that is language.
Libba*
Well written 👌❤
Oh yes…the sweet hot rush of YES thundering through my head, my mind, my heart, my body! my throat? not quite yet, or rather not yet again. I am slow to spew the evil out again for yet another time, another wave of just can’t hold it in anymore… but it will happen. and hearing other amazing women speak the honesty makes it easier. from the deepest recess of my soul I thank you. blessings of the deepest well to you and the furthest stars as well.
Libba – this is amazing. I am doctoral student in GWS. May I recite this in an upcoming conference with your permission?
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Yes, Sara. I’m honored. And thank you for asking. 🙂
Absolutely Amazing!
PREACH.
absolutely love love this, t is similar to my mission, follow me @ imboundlessblog.wordpress.com
Great piece. Thank you for sharing.
Me salvaste la vi023#8230;a&0;̷d;. una vez lo hice de otra forma.. habÃa entrado asà como en las opciones de google chrome y desde allà lo borre uno por uno pero no me acuerdo como entrar otra vez…. Era un ventanita parecida a las opciones de autocompletar, si alguien sabe lo que digo que me lo diga por favor…
Oh Dear Libba.
You nailed it Honey.
((((((hugggggs)))))))))
Dope as heck!!!! 💪🏾👏🏽
Yaaaassss, Libba, Yaaaassss! this is beautiful. Wonderful. I have found myself, my friends in your poem. Thank you.
Shout it out for my daughters, I wish they could hear you over the roar of bullshit.
You are amazing!! That is one of the best poems I’ve ever read. Thank you for writing it.
“I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill [her] with a terrible resolve.
Isoroku Yamamoto
No, not fear. I celebrate that we have awaken her. We need her. Thank you, Jennifer
Nice..
Reblogged this on Release and commented:
Preach.
Holy shit. You are incredible. I am teary eyed, excited, with words that want to spill out of my mouth but are kept pushed down by a lump in my throat. I NEEDED this poem at this exact time in my life. It is like you read my experiences and my journal entry about them. Your poem is a gift – more precious than rubies and means more to me than words can express. Thank you.
disse:Have you ever considered about adding a little bit more than just your articles? I mean, what you say is important and all. But think about if you added some great graphics or video clips to give your posts more, R#0;pop&28221;! Your content is excellent but with images and videos, this blog could undeniably be one of the most beneficial in its niche. Superb blog!
Holy SHIT. YES.
Brilliant – so visceral! I find being creative with anger helps. It is quite a force if channelled positively. The poem today on my poetry blog here on WordPress is about female anger in case you have time to look? Have a good day, Sam 🙂
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To explain the feelings that I had while reading this would be to show you the dephts of my soul. Incredible is too little a word, thank you for this Libba– you have truly captured what it means to be a woman in this world.
To all of my readers– please take a second to read this. You will not regret it.
-x,x Paula