Silence is not an option. It’s not golden. Find your voice before it’s lost.
Once again, I take my inspiration from a strong woman. Nancy Pelosi may not be the first person you’d think would inspire poetry, but that picture of her pointing a stern finger at a spoiled man while he recoils in stunned anger should inspire every woman who’s ever felt smothered by men.
I know how that happens. Every woman knows. We’re conditioned to get married and have children and if we don’t then there’s something wrong with us. I got married and had children. For a time I did lose my voice, but then I found it again in my writing. I’m fortunate to be married to a man who is confident enough in his own skin to allow me to speak out from mine.
Me too, nasty women, hear me roar, fight like a girl, my body my choice, the future is female, and my personal favorite: silence is not an option. These are just a few of the things women have found the voice to say. But what they all add up to is this: Every. Single. Woman. Has. A. Voice. And that voice is not meant to echo, it’s not meant to be bitten back or smothered behind a man’s hand. Speaking up doesn’t make you less of a woman. It makes you more of a human.
Speaker Pelosi is speaking up in that picture, and that’s why Donald Trump thinks it depicts her as having a “meltdown”. That’s why some men will agree with him. And that’s why we owe it to all women everywhere to speak up. We have voices. Let’s use them.
Silence is not an option. At least, it’s not a good one.
Push Back (A Warning)
By Michelle Garren Flye
He wraps you up.
Warmth envelops you.
It’s nice, safe, there in him.
You might never want to leave.
He wraps you in.
Safety can suffocate.
You choke, feel lost and alone.
You can’t be free now, can’t speak out.
He wraps you down.
And now you push back.
Will he give way, let you breathe?
Can you tell him how you feel at last?
He wraps you tight.
Push harder! Don’t give up!
It’s your life to live, your love to give.
And you were given a voice to tell your story.
He sets you free…
You can breathe again.
You can speak and believe.
He stands beside you, what will you do?
You take his hand.
You’re in this together.
Side-by-side, he can’t forget you’re there.
The ties that bind don’t have to be painful.
Speak Out (A Warning)
By Michelle Garren Flye
Lips tremble, form words without sound.
A whisper pushes past, but no one hears.
How can you expect to use what was never found
After days upon days upon years and years?
What is a mouth made for if not to speak?
What good is a tongue if behind it there’s no voice?
You try to push it out, but the words barely squeak.
It’s what happens in the end if you make that choice.
Don’t echo, don’t fib, don’t quiet what will never die.
Your spirit withers within a body of silent tears.
You wish you could scream, but you can only cry.
Oceans of silent waves push back on your cares.
Voices can be lost without thought and exercise.
Form a word of your own now and then—or lose hope.
If you bury yourself in a man’s beliefs, you’ll just tell lies.
Speak up, speak out, and if he objects, just let him cope.