A lovely photo taken by @booksteapoetry of ‘Memories Unwound’ which is now available to order from the link in my bio. Thank you so much everyone for all of the love, kindness and support. I appreciate it so so much. It means the world to me. You all mean the world to me. Sending you all so much love and light! Ruby x
As they stare back
At my marred
To pick at
And let them bleed out
I crawl back
To those reassuring
That hold onto me
For trying to be
@poetofblues , thank you for the tag.❤️
It has been deeply humbling to read all stories that have surfaced as a result of #MeToo . I can only imagine the courage and sense of responsibility to others that it must take to relive those torrid experiences and share it with the hope of punctuating how ubiquitous it is.
I wish it wasn't so, but domestic violence and sexual assault were parts of life that I grew accustomed to at a very young age. Juxtaposed against a manufactured image of piety and virtue, the truth behind the scenes grated against my conscience for years. I acknowledge that I am among a privileged minority that have been relatively unaffected.
Growing up in what was effectively a single parent household, the main message I took as a teenager was that I'd never be part of a paradigm where women were harmed, mistreated and objectified. In fact, at the risk of sounding like I'm pandering, I've long felt that men are unworthy of women. For a long time, I never even understood why most women gave men the time of day. Yet through my experiences of school(s) and work, I saw mysoginy creep into the language of boys and men. 'Locker room' talk as it's called in West. It was the norm and being passive as I was back then, my response was often to retreat and disassociate myself with those groups. Even back then, I hoped that I'd never have daughters, only because the thought of what they'd have to contend with, if only viewed through a privileged male lens, broke my heart. I'd be lying if I said I've got over this. Toxic male culture, in my experience, has no race or religion, it is deeply entrenched across all contexts. From rural hamlets to urban streets, from temples and churches to corporate boardrooms.
As such, for the longest time, my close friendships were with women. Virtually everything I have learnt about compassion and empathy has come from the women in my life. Many years on, I'm glad to say that I am friends with some amazing men and I feel a lot more confident about speaking up against this insidious behaviour and moreover, listening to and amplifying the voices of women where appropriate.
It is incumbent upon men to transform this insidious norm.