Saturday, 29 October 2016

Awkward pauses, silences and being silenced. They are narratives in themselves, which, we, as women, choose to forget and utter to let relations flow. We often pause to see, to delve back in acts and look back-in anger, in pain, in helplessness. Silence, in itself is political, so is abuse. We withdraw in silence, mourn and get used to the drudgery of silence.
Silence as a revolt,
Torn in between worlds
Through Journeys,
For an identity.
There is this other side of the silence. Being Silenced! Like a mother who threatens to leave the baby if she continues to being a nuisance. There is this violence to abandon, to teach a lesson and make a permanent scar on that "identity". You can't shout, you can't complain because you are supposed to be strong and independent. You resort to silence. Then, it is renamed and fabricated as ego. The ego of a "feminist". It hardly matters how reluctant you are to play the role, the game continues. Denial of episodes, denial of truth, denial of lived experiences. Your reason is questioned and so is your judgement. It all comes down to "just a conversation". The chain continues. Awkward pauses, silences and being silenced.

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