not your house, not your rules
not your whores, not your fools
not your property, not your slave
time to stand, resist, be brave
embrace your true ancestral rage
it’s OUR time now to take the stage.
this small piece (of both spoken word text and #ragestitching) is based on something I have ranted about for years.
it is based on the oldskool patriarchal norm “while you live in my house, you’ll abide by my rules”. except now it’s not simply the traditional dominant father managing ‘his’ house.
rich, old, white, cis, straight, abled, neurotypical, christian men in suits all over the world have given themselves the right to decide what they get to do with women’s bodies, worker’s lives, the planet’s limited resources, and anything we are allowed to consider our moral and legal Human Rights in the 21st century… so, basically, EVERYTHING.
i, for one, do not believe that the planet and all our lives are their house, and i do NOT comply with their rules.
[this piece launched @ragestitch in feb2021, a side-hustle for me to safely and creatively harness and express some of the VERY MANY rage-inducing things in the world right now. more pieces will be published there as and when each rage is ready to be released ;)]