Writer Spotlight: H.K.M

“there she stood”

and there she stood

projecting a rich & radiant light within her;

no one but myself was seeing what i was

no woman tried lifting their heads as they walked home,

from the jobs that hurt their feet so much that they wailed as they walked.

except when they wailed - nothing came out but silence.

and the woman that shone

shone down upon us all

as if that bastardly woman had anything to say to us

to our faces,

to the people whom suffered;  

oh, to those same women who wail on their walks home.

but she did.

and when she did, this whole world collapsed before our eyes

all the dearest children wailing to their poor mothers,

the same way the women hurt as they silently walked and wailed all the way home.

the grandmothers and mothers,

wives and daughters,

aunts and nieces

crumbling to pieces as they wailed

they wailed as if the world took its last breath.

and it did - it took its last breath,

yet there she stood -

• the glowing woman,

projecting the same rich

and radiant light

that i thought only i saw?

was what i saw not an unfeigned reality?

was it all a ruse?

has everything all been non-existent?

only living in the back of my “sad & boring” mind?

but there’s nothing there.

i am just a woman! a furious woman!

i am a woman who fears nothing,

but we are women that are feared.

for we are not fragile.

we are not just a figment of the human imagination,

lesser than man, a pinch more than children -

we are more than what you desire of our entire “species” to be!

we yearn

and we wail

and we torture ourselves for the betterment of others

but we are not breakable,

we are united.

there we stood,

here we stand,

and forever will we stand.

H.K.M