They’re watching me over every shoulder reading my emails following every footstep into the shadows every key stroke every thought worried about revolution but they are part of the problem
Thousands celebrate today While stalkers menace the crowd Panicked throngs gather toward Human rights to live In peace with each other
My heart aches for Australia Beats with sorrow For the women that walk the streets When night time falls Luring men to their fate For she is nature And men need to rise above Soft maidens and wine To reach their angels Waiting patiently at home Expecting him to be faithful With aching hearts
good men brave and true do not fear the leap into danger it is for women and children to sit home and quiver until the good men do not return
Fear is the weapon against laughter, freedom, liberty is too freely used for being, just to be; hope runs scarlet in the streets, grief sirens down below power is existence but there is no surrender.
Over the last couple of days I have finished my Christmas shopping and spent way too much money buying presents for everybody. I love the feel of Christmas shopping—the carols playing, excited children, tinsel and happiness in the air. But among all the festivities I couldn’t help but noticing how gendered everything is. Most shops…
My challenge for this week was to avoid the news. Being on holidays I found it easy to not watch the news on television but right from day one I realised that news comes in so many forms that I needed to define what I was avoiding. So I made my goal to not read…