Kvinnobloggstafetten 2010: Daughter av Nicole Blackman

Idag är det Internationella kvinnodagen. Tillsammans med 23 andra coola brudar deltar jag i en bloggstafett: ett blogginlägg varje timme hela dygnet.

Det här är mitt inlägg, min gåva till er, dikten Daughter av Nicole Blackman. Jag hittade den första gången i Nemi #5, 2007. Jag har Nemiuppslaget inramat på väggen, en examenspresent från min bästa väninna. Jag hoppas att ni tycker om den.

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One day I’ll give birth to a tiny baby girl
and when she’s born she’ll scream
and I’ll tell her to never stop

I will kiss her before I lay her down at night
and will tell her a story so she knows
how it is and how it must be for her to survive

I’ll tell her to set things on fire
and keep them burning
I’ll teach her that fire will not consume her
that she must use it

I’ll tell her that people must earn the right
to use her nickname
that forced intimacy is an ugly thing

I’ll help her to see that she will not find God
or salvation in a dark brick building
built by dead men

I’ll make sure she always carries a pen
so she can take down evidence
If she has no paper, I’ll teach her to
write everything down with her tongue,
write it on her thighs

I’ll make her keep reinventing herself and run fast
I’ll teach her to write her manifestos
on cocktail napkins
I’ll say she should make men lick her ambition
I’ll make her understand that she is worth more
with her clothes on
I’ll teach her to talk hard

I’ll tell her that when the words come too fast
and she has no use for a pen
that she must quit her job
run out of the house in her bathrobe
leave the door open
I’ll teach her to follow the words

They will try to make her stay
comfort her, let her sleep, bathe her in a television blue glow
I will cut her hair, tell her to light the house on fire
kill the kittens
When nothing is there
nothing will keep her
and she is not to be kept

I’ll say that everything she has done seen spoken
has brought her to the here this now
This is no time for tenderness
no time to stand, waiting for them to find her
There are nations within her skin
Queendoms come without keys you can carry

I’ll teach her that she has an army inside her
that can save her life
I’ll teach her to be whole, to be holy
I’ll teach her how to live,
to be so much that she doesn’t even
need me anymore
I’ll teach her to go quickly and never come back
Things get broken fast here

I’ll make her stronger
than I ever was

Turned at twenty she’ll break into bits of star and throw herself against the sky

(2006 is an excellent year to disappear)

I will not let them
destroy her life
the way they destroyed mine

I’ll tell her to never forget
what they did to you
and never let them know
you remember

Never forget
what they did to you
and never let them know
you remember

Never forget
what they did to you
and never let them know
you remember

~*~

Detta inlägg är en del i en bloggstafett för att uppmärksamma internationella kvinnodagen. Fler inlägg kan läsas hos Sjumilakliv (00.00), Själv är bäste dräng (01.00), Hanna Axelsson (02.00), Miss Peach (03.00), Enkel men komplicerad (04.00), Lilla O (05.00), Nattens bibliotek (06.00), Suzannes (07.00), En avdankad akademikers tankar (08.00), Paperlace (09.00), McSarcne (10.00), Gråvädersdagar (11.00), Julia Skott (12.00), Orchid Pussy (13.00), The Pink Princess (14.00), Schmut (15.00), Ung Verdandist (17.00), Lisa Gemmel (18.00), Gunillas blogg (19.00), Catya – Sticks & Stones (19.30), Pour le Moment (20.00), Karriärmorsan (21.00), Sussie i vida världen (22.00), Cumulunimbus (23.00) och Petra Jankov (23.59).

Today is International Women’s Day. I am celebrating it by participating in a blog marathon together with 23 other girls; one entry every hour throughout the whole day. This poem, from me to you, written by Nicole Blackman, is my contribution.

Have a fab day girls, broads, chicks, females, femmes, women, bitches and babes! ♥