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Writer's pictureAkhila

DEAR MASCULINE

Updated: Mar 11, 2020

Dear Masculine,

It’s time to sit down.


We tried your way.

It didn’t work.


We’ve watched you swing your dicks around.

And we’re not impressed.


Patriarchy has had its time.

The matriarchs are ready.


You are not special because you were born a man.

You came through a fucking womb.


You are not superior.

You are necessary.


Of course we care.

Your insecurities matter.


Of course we need you.

But recently you’ve been useless.


White man confidence now makes us yawn.

So you can distractedly shoot sperm whenever and wherever you want?

We can buy our own.


While you have been mindlessly trampling on our earth.

We have been watching, waiting, gathering.


Wood, spells, magic and blood red tents.

Wild women on the hunt.

Wolves and witches ready to rise.


This is not a war.

This is a rebalancing.


You can see, our Mother Earth is on fire.

It’s not just money you have burned.


Our planet is screaming at us for water.

Dried out, overheated and exhausted.

She is begging us for a break.


You have been fucking her the same frantic, selfish way you fuck when blind with lust and power.

Fast, grabbing, entitled and greedy.

We all know how that kind of fucking ends…

Always premature.

Always unsatisfactory.


ENOUGH.


If you are a man reading this and you want to defend yourself. You are still not getting it.


If you are a man and know women in your life who are walking around free and think to yourself,

What more do they want? We’re already there!

I can assure you.

We are not.


Sit the fuck down.


We have listened to you.

We have cleaned up your shit.

We have served you first, shut our mouths and stood one step behind for long enough.


It’s time for us to come forward.

Not by pushing you aside.

By walking into the space available next to you.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with, not against you.


Part of rebalancing means listening.

Holding space for the daughters, sisters and mothers in your life.

Holding space for our anger.

Holding space for the generations of silenced women that live within all of us.


Let us take the lead from our Sun and Moon.

Neither one stealing light from the other in order to shine.

Male and female rulers of the sky showing us how to rise and fall together every day and every night.

A perfect balance of natures Yin and Yang.


So, once again.

Dear Masculine.

Step aside.

Let the pussys of the world step forward.


It’s time to look us in the fucking eye without wanting to control us.

It’s time to meet us in the middle.


Until then, expect us to stay angry.


Share your space at the top of the table with us.


Or we will continue to fight.


The survival of our mother depends on it.

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