My anger is perfect
now it is time to make
It’s 8.30am and I’ve just read a post written by a mother whose 14 year-old son was brutally beaten by another 14-year-old boy. She’d watched the video.
Why did I read that?
Because it’s there, in my hand. Because it’s happening every day. Because this is our world.
I cannot create when I’ve read content like this. I’m paralysed by the image of her cradling him as a baby.
Why did I see that?
Why did I look?
Anger is holy. It is fire. It alchemises.
But hopelessness does not. Nor does despair.
I have seen enough in my almost 47 years to stoke this fire within me.
Now, it is time to make.
Yet another post about the millions of women killed by the men they love is not needed.
It is time to make.
No more reels about rape.
It is time to make.
No more stories of rapists, protected by systems they built. Billionaires. World leaders.
It is time to make.
No more essays about motherless men drugging their wives.
I knew it was happening, before I knew it.
Every woman did, deep in her body.
It is time to make.
My anger is at optimum level.
My anger is perfect.
Perfect.
It is fire.
It is home.
It will sustain the rest of my days.
May there be many, many days.
May there be nineteen thousand more.
May I dance every single one of them in this holy fire of my rage.
Yes. I will dance well into my nineties.
I will dance for my daughter, your daughter, all the daughters to come.
I will dance for all the sons.
It is time to trust that the fire is stoked.
No more fuel.
Air now.
Air.
Breathe.
It is time to make.
Thank you for being here.
With love, and in creative power
Claire
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