Posted by: hellonhairylegs | May 22, 2009


She reasons with them. They brush away her words like cobwebs.

I scream at them. They cover their ears and the words bounce off.

She dances, swirling and spinning her story. They turn away.

I whisper, try to take them by surprise. My words are lost in their chatter.

She sings to them. They have no use for an unalloyed voice.

I write pamphlets in neon ink. They trample them underfoot.

Together we face the eternal dilemma. Those who do not have to listen, choose not to hear.



  1. I hear you. When one uses reason to argue for feminism, many people will refuse to listen. Then, when reason has failed and you want to scream, they will accuse you of being unreasonable.

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