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it’s not just in the dark walking home alone at night it’s not just in the crowded spaces strangers brushing against each other it’s in our very own homes engrained in our culture it’s in our schools and our churches spaces designed for safety a twisted reality like cigarette smoke it hovers above our conversations our education our institutions everyone’s choking on it but no one speaks of it woman, screaming silently do you know the bodies left in the wake of our politicians? our teachers? our CEOs? everything interpreted as a yes except the word yes when they’re at the podium, the board, the altar, the office, are you listening? in between their words do you hear the ones they silenced? we don’t care about glass ceilings we’ve shattered them a hundred times and will a hundred times more- we want glass houses because only we know what happens behind closed doors
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
esther
it’s not just in the dark walking home alone at night it’s not just in the crowded spaces strangers brushing against each other it’s in our very own homes engrained in our culture it’s in our schools and our churches spaces designed for safety a twisted reality like cigarette smoke it hovers above our conversations our education our institutions everyone’s choking on it but no one speaks of it woman, screaming silently do you know the bodies left in the wake of our politicians? our teachers? our CEOs? everything interpreted as a yes except the word yes when they’re at the podium, the board, the altar, the office, are you listening? in between their words do you hear the ones they silenced? we don’t care about glass ceilings we’ve shattered them a hundred times and will a hundred times more- we want glass houses because only we know what happens behind closed doors
emily-rowe
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
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