GUEST POST: Solidarity to Women First! By Adelaide Ciao

When Women Align With Male Movements: Adelaide Ciao

many of women's differences come when we align ourselves w men's movements. left/right; communism/socialism; dums/repugs it really doesn't matter, women will be screwed EVERY TIME by any and all of men's ideologies. this has been guaranteed globally and historically; this will not change.

as long as we align ourselves with men's regimes we will be divided. when women come to understand that every woman is her sister regardless of what they believe or who they align themselves with, we can begin to focus on the problem; men.

i don't need to convince western women of anything. there are 4 billion women who desperately want their freedom; these are the sisters who don't have time to argue ideology; these are women who don't get to make their own choices; these are women kept impoverished and silenced. THESE are the women we are obligated to fight for--not western white women who have the luxury to make choices...who cares? besides they are not the enemy, we are simply women who are given shitty choices and we make shitty decisions.

we need to get over ourselves and each other and do the very best we can to use our privileged resources to help the women truly enslaved in poverty, in sex slavery, in forced marriages, forced slave labor; as citizens with no rights, no resources, not even the rights to their bodies and their children.

the world is so much bigger than our first world problems. privilege OBLIGATES us to help each other; fighting one another not only destroys us it destroys the other women we can serve because we end up overwhelmed, living in despair and and giving up...

we OWE the women of the world; WE!, every one of us has lived off the backs of women's labor; we all have been given western luxuries provided by female slavery throughout the world. We need to begin to consider THEM. And what this looks like is different for each of us...if we do nothing more than to never harm another woman we've done good; if we do nothing more than to end animosity between us then we've done good; if we do nothing more than to teach our daughters to be strong women then that's a wonderful thing...and as we rise we create space for other women to rise; we owe this to ourselves and we owe this to our Sisters. they are us and we are them; the only thing that separates us is where and when we were born and under what regime; close those arbitrary, random experiences, and We are ALL the same.

               - Adelaide Ciao

GUEST POST: The Ballad of Posie Parker By Ali Bee

The Ballad of Posie Parker. By Ali Bee.

Parker, Long and Allen
Took America by storm
Into the home of power they strode
The country to inform
Other women spoke their piece
Their voices powerful and strong
But the dragon in his lair was faced
By Parker and by Long.

A wizard who by foul means
Disguised himself as female
By spells and such would take their rights
And hand them all to males
With swords in hand they braved the cave
The wizard was within
But being not the male sex
They were invisible to him

So he continued with his evil work
To make all women slaves
His message spread to other lands
His wants were making waves
Warriors began to fall
Under the wizard spell
Accusations flew of crimes
And wrong-thinking as well

Parker’s fighting skills were trashed
Her allies deemed as demons
Her castle named a rich man’s house
Her plans as mere scheming
We must silence her they cried
Her voice is not the right one
She don’t look right, the darkness looms
When former allies get their spite on
       

Forget about those captured young
Forget about their wounds
Forget about the war that comes
Just send out the hounds
To tear her down, defeat her now
Our oppression does not matter
To keep her quiet, we’ll hand our rights
 Over on a silver platter

Our warriors have to look right
Wrong speak is not permitted
Your past examined for all wrongs
That may have been committed
Wear the right clothes
Have the right hair
Be from here
And not from there

The wizards laugh in utter mirth
As we decide what freedom’s worth
           - Ali Bee