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breast milk spattered headboard baby nestled in my arms together. asleep.
A poem, of sorts, in that it rhymes, addressing gender concerns, identity and rights.
… More Feminist. Mother. Woman.
Vanessa Olorenshaw’s Liberating Motherhood was published last year, launching the ‘purple stocking movement’. The book raises the issue of the absence of mothers in feminism and politics. It is not enough to simply have women in leadership. Not all women are mothers and not all mothers mother the same. Society encourages us to return to paid … More Maternal Feminism in the Brave New World
A wave of grief washed over me, Pulling me down. I could not breathe. I flipped between trying to breathe, desperately And wanting to peacefully slip away, I was trapped between not living and unable to die Not wanting either. Desperately wanting both. Spinning in the grief zone, Consumed and overwhelmed, Clawing my way back, … More Swimming in grief
Because sometimes you just need to hear it. … More YOU ARE AWESOME!
Within my mum, within her mum, a tiny egg was developed*, Within my matriarchal line this egg was enveloped, The time came, this awesome egg received it’s spark And Two new humans formed, ready to make their mark. Two within, and within them seven who came to be And within five of them were eggs … More In your grandmother’s womb: The egg that made you.