In the clinicality of class discussions,
we talk about it.
Gender, feminism, equality across all orientations.
We speak about it, exemplify it.
It opens new bridges,
new realizations,
new understandings.
But as I smile and nod along, a dark part at the base of my brain boils.
What is stopping me from grabbing a cold tire iron to smash the glass of a passing car when the driver hoots out at me because I’m wearing shorts?
What is stopping me from tearing my rhinestone headband from my hair and smacking the cute candy-colored gems against the jaw of some jerk who forgot to hold his tongue for the locker room?
What is stopping me from standing on the street and screaming about how horrified I am, how terrified I am, how angry I am?
Women are born angry, I think.
We were born screaming from the wombs of screaming women,
our unholy screeching compounded to eternity,
and it waits in us, I think,
waiting to be unleashed and
unloaded like a thunderstorm.
But, instead,
I nod along and smile.
This piece by our very own Editor-in-Chief, Io Carpiso, was published in collaboration with #equalityIB for their Art Exhibit themed around “Gender Equality in Learning Environments.”
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