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I Never Promised.... | How the Patriarchy Found It's Way Inside of Me

8.

Pulled into a bear hug.

Things strange men did.

14.

A family conversation on my shirt.

Because I had breasts now.

19.

Sitting inside a bank watching the men talk.

About money that is mine.

22.

“Let’s keep this between us.”

Secrets he convinced me to keep.

23.

“She’s loose.”

Because I responded to being seen.

25.

Heart beating with keys in hand.

Stalked in my favourite bookstore.

26.

“So you’ll be at home now.”

Assumptions made on my motherhood.

27.

“I don’t listen to pretty skinny women.”

He thought he’d make me a teaching tool.

32.

Scolded for sharing my strengths.

They taught me pride is a sin.

*and to be clear.

That is not even the half of it.

How the Patriarchy Found Its Way Inside of Me flew out of me in the Spring of 2022. I was feeling the weight of the feminine experience. Moments I heard about. Moments I lived. We often are not aware of the importance of our experiences until we lay them out on the table to be examined more closely.

In this piece, I lay out the age I was during these moments and what occurred. I was jarred to see how the ages often had multiple experiences. Here I chose to limit them to the ones that caused the strongest ripple effect through my life and how they altered my thinking.

I Never Promised I Would Stay Quiet About It… is a series of revelations, observations and citations on the topics and concepts that are often considered taboo.

LIFESTYLE | Creativity as a Value
creativity.byamygrace

creativity is a sacred ground.

it is where the fires of change and new ways begin.
creativity has rocked my world again and again.
Pulled me apart and then reordered me stronger.
Creativity is a burning ember.
A small light at the pit of who you are.

Light it up.
Fan the flame
Let it become a roaring furnace and see what comes of it.
We were made to burn.

To create is to be made new with everything you make.
cooking, decorating, writing, building, painting, gardening, singing, composing…
to make something out of seemingly nothing.

That is a value that you can’t put a price tag on.