Companions
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The best thing a man can do when he sees a woman kissing her child, when he sees a woman breaking winter's face and breaking her back for the rest, is to step back, look closely, stand up. He said Scandal that wherever I looked, I only saw women fighting. Women carrying, women opening, women healing. Mothers who rack their souls bending down to remove the stones that lay in your path, so that I wouldn't stumble.
You'll always see them ready, wolves nursing, caring for their cubs, caring for everything, mothers with open arms, open chests, open souls. They are perfect for the simple fact of existing, of being born, of returning that gift by giving birth to another life. You should applaud them when you see them pass by, cleaning the world, with their children, with February on their backs, in charge of the house, in charge of production, in charge of life. They are everywhere, paving the way, bringing you light, erasing the ghosts from your brow.
Women who are forced to elbow themselves to prevent them from rising in the social order established by men because they owe it to the home. A man's world, restrained women, a patriarchal world, a sick world, women cast out, women without Eden. Restricted to loving, to seeing the unequal distribution of power and continuing to love. Women who love, sexual division of labor, women who love, obstacles to advancement, unpaid work (loving and remaining silent), women who love, competent but not outstanding, a patriarchal world, a sick world, a sick world, a sick world.
Woman as an advertisement for you to enjoy, for you to look at, woman as an object. Bombarded woman: the dictatorship of cosmetics, complex and more complex, sales and more sales.
Women we force to be mothers, lovers, vases, ribs, Cinderella, cooks, whores, educators, Adam's ribs, doormats, twenty-four-seven, always perfect, ribs and culprits, original sin, always prepared as I wish, as men wish, always at hand. And not just ribs, and not just Mary Magdalene, and not just brothels, but also burkas, Juana the Mad, also ablation, Joan of Arc, arranged marriages, also Penelope, Cassandra, also Pandora, also guilt, not just rib.
Domestic violence, with or without a blow, justifications, customs, excuses, accepted social norms, accepted by all because we lack the courage to restart the world, with them in charge, with us in charge, with everyone in charge, courts that exonerate.
If you don't see them, you're an idiot. They're fighting, giving their all for everyone. Many say that if they ruled the world, there would be no wars. None would want to kill the child another woman had carried in her womb because only they can conceive the endless pain of losing a child. They would never deprive another mother of the miracle of being one. Never. They would never do it.
I just want them to rest, for us to let them rest, for this century to slowly give them back what they lost, their schedules, for them to stop clearing our path, solving our crossword puzzle, for they've already had enough with their own, their ghosts, for them to forget mine, yours.
The mirror of Frida, the mirror of Szymborska, the mirror of Rosa Parks, the mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, Mafalda, Femen,Simone de Beauvoir, women fighting against history, the mother's hands Mother Teresa, Indira Gandhi, Victoria Kent and his gaze on the prisoner. The example, the marked path.
Mothers, women, sisters, partners, companions, eternal, companions, miracle, companions, without owner, companions, always, companions.