An Ode For All Women Of Strength
Many moons ago, whilst training to be a Probation Officer one of supervised work placements was in working in a Woman’s Refuge. It was my first experience of working face to face with women and children who were victims and survivors of domestic abuse. The experience stayed with me and over the years the strength and courage of the women I worked with, to overcome adversity has always helped me get through my dark
and low periods.
A lot of the women in the Refuge felt they were worthless, and in some way “deserved” to be battered and abused. When you live in a violent and horrible situation and you cant even protect your children, it is hard to dream and to imagine life can get better; it seems pointless to daydream and imagine you can create change and achieve your Greatness.
Some of the life stories and circumstances these ladies faced left me shaking as I wondered how would I cope in such a situation.
Yet time after time, with the loyal and loving support of staff I saw demoralised women and fragile babies regain their strength and move on. As a young woman, at that time I was moved and touched by the tenacity of the human spirit.
Some women didn’t make it. They couldn’t see beyond their immediate pain. Harmony, a secure loving home, universal peace and global warming were vague idealistic terms. And not for girls like them.
So, in the spirit of sisterhood, this poem is written to offer hope, inspiration and most of all encouragement to all women who believe they are crap and don’t deserve any better. Believe me. You do.
Reach For Your Greatness – What, Even Girls Like Us?
For so long she had been fed the story, started to believe
That girls like her didn’t deserve it all,
Didn’t deserve their share of the American dream; didn’t deserve the niceties of life,
The finer, sweeter slice of apple pie.
Girls like her, girls like her? Who were girls like her?
Girls like her were girls of victory, a prize to be had at the end of a long
busy day, a whore to be slapped, shagged, and struck to the ground for
daring to fulfil your darkest fantasy.
Girls like her, were called sluts, tarts, whores and nasty bits of filth you only shat upon and trod back into the earth –when you are done.
Yes, girls like her
Yes, girls like her-girls like her, girls who were born as princesses, as all girls are,
Girls born full of promise, bright-eyed and bushy tail,
Girls who set out to slay the dragon and still bathe in the golden Milky Way,
Yet where had it all gone wrong, why were you here, sitting, alone, torn, soiled and bare?
where was the knight in shining armour?
The hunky hunk that would save your bacon and still bring home the bacon?
Where was he when our little fairy tale princess needed a hand. a tender touch to see her
through, to open doors and take her hat and coat as they sat for Afternoon Tea?
Yes, where was he?
Where is that Knight in Shining Armour.
That knight in shining armour – as all real princesses know, is the knight inside your soul, the knight who guides and tells you what to do,
That knight in shiny armour is your skill, your determination, kindred spirit wrapped up in dusty pink cotton socks and tea for three – me, myself and I;
For as real princesses grow and know, Prince Charming does exist, the knight in shiny armour is still alive, buried deep in the heart of your soul, where dreams lie, where you go and hide when the world kicks you down and worries threaten to overwhelm you.
Yes, dear sisters, women of old, there is a pot of gold, not at the end of the rainbow or the Yellow Brick road, but nestled inside; nestled deep within – that double rainbow which radiates through your soul-is Your Knight in Shining Armour.
So little princesses, hussies’, whores, queens and slag – whatever they call, remember you are more than they will ever know, you are the star in the galaxy, the lighthouse and harbour for the footprints waiting in the wings. You are the legacy waiting to arrive.
So remember, when the days seem long and the blues batter your door
And Prince Charming is nowhere to be found, just remember where she is to be found,
Here. Resting, securely, within the bosom of your soul.
So, regardless of your situation
if you feel alone, sad, unhappy and blue, just remember we are here for you.
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