SHE RAGE
Hear her, breathe in, breath out— heavy grip in her fingers as she clenches her heart. Since when do you see her surrender, or have you been witnessing her at her worst, the times she would try to conquer the pain, the times she would be so eloquent of being vulnerable. She's not merely feminine, she's livid too. Perhaps, a thought so normal yet indifferent, for every one, to manifest. The female poise and self-control endure no limitations. And her strong subconscious defines her short. When she's raging, watch closely.
Out of her body, embers in her bones, flaring amongst fragile feelings. She sets herself aflame but she never draws power from rage. The machismo society belittled her with restrictive expectations. That she must be humble, composed, or well-mannered etc. But these notions were eradicated when she spoke and stood up. Women seething is a confrontation. She's showing rage as a normal sentiment to evoke, a woman raging is not a cliché, that rage is a part of human nature. She is passionate, she is weary, she is spontaneous, she is emotional, she is fearful, she is fierce, she is melancholic, she is bold, she is unforgiving— she is owning her emotions. Anger is a response from deeper, underlying emotions, a response to our sense of self. Such anger is an uncomfortable place where she feels safe. Exploring the source of our emotions awakens us to a most profound love. We allow anger.
We think women should be tamed, but we don't condemn women the decision to be true to herself, to feel intensely.
