forth thy stains

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Goddess forbid the stain on her knickers A trace of milk from an unborn womb trickling Down her tiger striped thighs, clashing thunder. Woman, don’t tame them. Let no man lame you any less supernatural For enduring the unholy pains of creation Hostess, forgive the stains on your knickers Brown, white, red, and yellow; Caused you discomfort yet fueled Your rage towards the world that choked Your femininity as a debt for living. Sister won’t forget the stain on her knickers For there is blood beyond those walls Of countless voices from glossed lips Tainted cheeks, curves and curled Her army fires with roses and thorns, Blinds the ill-sighted gender and reintroduces them. Mother, rise a forest with thou bush Nourish the hills that bring forth life; A trace of glass from a fertile womb trickling Down her tiger striped thighs, bless the clashing thunder. Man, don’t tame us.

10 Tinta 2020

Lirip 11 DIBUHO ni wisdom tooth

all she feels

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As a woman, there is that ever-present and looming worry that none of what you feel is real. You’re not entirely sure about the universality of this anxiety, but based on some of the conversations you’ve had with surrounding women, it’s a pretty common thing.

You remember when your Gender and Development professor once talked about the origin of the word ‘hysteria’. Apparently, in the past, it was a medical condition that women who seem emotionally dysfunctional or “hysterical” were diagnosed with. Think of it this way: there was an actual time wherein men who were acting out in rage were considered normal for their socially perpetuated and accepted masculinity, while women were confined in hospitals for having emotional fits or intense mood swings. Even etymology can be strangely patriarchal.

But anyway, this only further propagates the idea that women are crazy, women are hormonal, and ultimately, women cannot be trusted because feelings could easily sway them from making logical decisions. And while it isn’t entirely untrue that emotions have a way of influencing our actions, we aren’t entirely dependent on them.

Here is a universally known scientific fact: Men have hormones too.

12 Tinta 2020

They know it, you know it, but the hormones are so often laced with connotations of female emotions that this is rarely recognized nor brought up. Obviously, there are biological differences to the way our brains are wired, and consequently, what kind of hormones and other bodily substances are produced to affect how we make decisions. But that doesn’t mean we are any less rational beings.

Sure, you may have had your fair share of tragic PMS stories, including a few days ago when waterfalls ran down your eyes more times than you could count, but these emotional reactions can’t fully be attributed to hormones, or the way our bodies function. Things haven’t been easy lately, and your body’s just about had enough as well, and wanted to express it. Probably not in the most convenient manner, but what can you say? We all need to get a nervous breakdown out of our system every once in a while.

You were pretty sure you were going nuts the entire time a whirlwind of emotions danced around your head. You questioned the legitimacy of your anger, of your frustration, of your stress, and of every little negative thing you felt, until you came to the very obvious conclusion that the only thing that could truly determine the validity of your feelings was you.

Every single crevice of your brain felt like it was on fire for a moment, and there was absolutely no way you were discrediting that. Biology can have its say on who you are and what you do, but you can’t completely strip yourself of your humanity; of your right to feel as immensely as you do.

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