Freedom For Witches

Equality For Women

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No matter how hard I fight, I see only a tiny crack. I am still that woman, oppressed, stiffled, silenced, bound to the stake and burned alive by the Patriarchal institutions and their thinking in this world. The louder I am, the more gasoline they toss on the fire that burns me silent.

I think this is why I must be in control of every aspect of my own life. Fear.. fear of the oppression of all patriarchs and their thinking. They are like a blanket. On a cold night, when you snuggle under it, you find warmth and comfort. But if someone wraps that blanket tightly around every part of you so you are bound and helpless, it is oppression.

I long for the day that my personal rejection of the labels placed on me is accepted. I long to see the Patriarchy and all of its power in institutions crumble into ash and dust. Until then, my voice cries loudly as they tie me to stakes of exclusion and burn my flesh with the flames they created, the flames which grow as they pour the accelerant of their attempts to rule my education, my sexuality, my job choices, my body upon the kindling to send the flames higher.

I long for the cool drink of water for my parched lips. I beg for the ocean wave of the power of label free women who refuse to be bound and burned. The wave grows. I believe this is coming and it will be a tsunami. I am one of the witches whose words they can't erase.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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