Our Quiet Leaders

The original image was published in Kinesis Sept 1993. Sexual abuse and the system: Fighting back. Written by Terry D. Gibson (under the pseudonym Marie Thompson).

  When I think about women who are leaders, I cannot help but think of those who are famous and get lots of attention and benefits from their work. This propels me toward the living and breathing women whom the public does not know and may undervalue. They are the invisible and unsung heroes among us.   As a woman and a leader, I am the young tenant next door who hears your cries while your husband yells and pounds you in the wee hours of the morning. I quietly call the Police for help, begging them not to say…

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Morning Song – Sylvia Plath

love set you going like a fat gold watch. the midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry took its place among the elements.   our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. new statue. in a drafty museum, your nakedness shadows our safety, we stand round blankly as walls.   i’m no more your mother than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow effacement at the wind’s hand.   all night your moth-breath flickers among the flat pink roses. i wake to listen; a far sea moves in my ear.   one cry, and i stumble from…

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The Last Time I Tell This Story

This is the last time I will tell this story. I need my mother’s love. I knew this all of my life and It is still true today. I need my mother’s love. She was beautiful and I would have told her so if I wasn’t so afraid she’d hit me. I need my mother’s love. I didn’t like Ice Capades but I would’ve joined her to watch a show about Barbara Ann Scott, her favourite skater. I need my mother’s love. When she scooped me up in her arms after Dad kicked over the coffee table and scalded me…

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