International women's day Stories

She doesn’t grow where she’s planted- but in soils they swore were barren, her roots splitting stone, pushing through cracks, drinking rain that once denied her. She doesn’t whisper her worth- her voice is the tide summoning storms, reshaping shores, washing away the footprints of those who tried to walk over her. Her beauty isn’t in the curve of a hip nor the tilt of a smile- it’s in the fire beneath her ribs: a slow-bur...

Grandma passed over on International Women's Day. Rather appropriate. The date is set aside for celebrating the lives of women such as she. Strong, enduring, essential. Sometimes forgotten, unknown. Once upon a time, she would promenade along the Galveston seawall, pushing a pram with grandchild royalty bouncing inside. Getting sea breezes coming into the bay. Fulfilling duties willingly. An extended family, young and old...

In the hour when the sun shines dim on her life Never knowing what freedom is about,Then her sorrows will fill the horizons from rim to rimEven though kind hearts may grieve. Rough and rude,Not a rhyme or a reason for this...Anchored in harsh repressivenessTautological truisms test our acquiescence,Incipiently developing and forming desperationOverthrown. Now is the time, As it always has been the time, to see thatLife is...