Money Speaks, But It Speaks

...in Every Realm Of Male Expression And Action, Violence Is Experienced And Articulated As Love And Freedom.

So You Go Away From Where You Were Afraid. Some Stay; Some Go; It's A Big Difference, Leaving The Humiliations Of Childhood, The Morbid Fear. We Didn't Have Much To Say To Each Other, The Ones That Left And The Ones That Stayed. Children Get Shamed By Fear But You Can't Tell The Adults That; They Don't Care. They Make Children Into Dead Things Like They Are. If There's Something Left Alive In You, You Run. You Run From The Poor Little Child On Her Knees; Fear Burned The Skin Off All Right; She's Still On Her Knees, Dead And Raw And Tender.

Women, For Centuries Not Having Access To Pornography And Now Unable To Bear Looking At The Muck On The Supermarket Shelves, Are Astonished. Women Do Not Believe That Men Believe What Pornography Says About Women. But They Do. From The Worst To The Best Of Them, They Do.

We As Women Know That There Are No Disembodied Processes; That All History Originates In Human Flesh; That All Oppression Is Inflicted By The Body Of One Against The Body Of Another; That All Social Change Is Built On The Bone And Muscle, And Out Of The Flesh And Blood, Of Human Creators.

The Will To Domination Is A Ravenous Beast. There Are Never Enough Warm Bodies To Satiate Its Monstrous Hunger. Once Alive, This Beast Grows And Grows, Feeding On All The Life Around It, Scouring The Earth To Find New Sources Of Nourishment. This Beast Lives In Each Man Who Battens On Female Servitude.