Thursday, 7 May 2015

voting day

Today was a hugely significant day. 
Today, all women that voted made history happen. 


Today I walked into a polling station, I entered a booth, I marked X in a box.
Today I voted.






When I took that pencil in my hand and held it between my fingers, a smile slowly crept onto my lips. 
An overwhelming sense of gratitude and pride. 
The realisation of the incredible action that I made today, overwhelmed me.

Almost 100 years ago, my sisters and mothers were giving their lives to do what I so easily did today, to have their voices heard. 
For this day to happen, women were humiliated, objectified, force-fed, abused, tortured and denied any decent right as a  living human being. 
Because of these brave women, today, my voice and all my sisters voices in the British isles, were heard also.

Yes progress is slow, and yes there may be things that happen today in the name of women's freedom that our sister suffragettes may have found confusing, but we are getting there. 

Today my sister suffragettes are smiling, knowing that the cause they devoted their lives to, did matter, and its effects are seen today.

So I just wanted to make this day (and every day) into a celebration of women and the incredible honour I feel to be a woman, to belong to such a passionate and noble sex.

Here's to the suffragists and suffragettes!
 Their voices do indeed live on!
Thank you.






Wednesday, 4 February 2015

sky

Sometimes I need only lift my eyes above the grey slabs to see such delights
And then I ask myself why I didn't look before
And see all I see now

Only for a few quick seconds
I imagine a grey metal roof reaching all the way around the world
It blocks out the sky and the moon and the sun
It keeps us trapped beneath like battery hens
I shudder at the thought

And then I kick and struggle
I gasp and yell
Because I need this breath
I need this day
No one can take this sky away

Why have I wasted such days
Counting the raindrops that slide down the pane
When I had all of the heavens to contemplate

The clouds make the best days
People don't like them because they're heavy with rain
But in them are colours that don't exist by human hands

With clouds rainbows come
And make to us their own promise
To never leave us without our sky
In a flooded world of only rain


- Joanna Grace