Home | Campaigns | About Us | Join Us | Store | Login

A Woman’s Creed
Saturday February 11th 2006, 10:15 am
Filed under: General,Justice,Love
Written By:

V-Day is a global movement to end violence against women and girls through benefit productions of Eve Ensler’s award-winning play, “The Vagina Monologues. ” In 2005, more than 2500 V-Day events took place in the U.S. and around the world, raising thousands of dollars and educating thousands of people about the issues of violence against women and children. If you haven’t seen a production of the Vagina Monologues, I encourage you to look for an opportunity to do this.

As I was clearing out old email this morning I came across a message sent to me by a friend containing “A Woman’s Creed.” It seemd fitting to share this with you, my DS blogger friends.

A WOMAN’S CREED

We are female human beings poised on the edge of the new millennium. We
are
the majority of our species, yet we have dwelt in the shadows. We are
the
invisible, the illiterate, the laborers, the refugees, the poor.

And we vow: NO MORE

We are the women who hunger – for rice, home, freedom, each other,
ourselves.

We are the women who thirst – for clean water and laughter, literacy,
love.

We have existed at all times, in every society. We have survived
femicide.
We have rebelled – and left clues.

We are continuity, weaving future from past, logic with lyric.

We are women who stand in our sense and shout YES.

We are women who wear broken bones, voices, minds, hearts – but we are
women
who dare whisper NO.

We are women whose souls no fundamentalist cage can contain.

We are women who refuse to permit the sowing of death in our gardens,
air,
rivers, seas.

We are each precious, unique, necessary. We are strengthened and blessed
and
relieved at not having to be all the same. We are the daughters of
longing.
We are the mothers in labor to birth the politics of the 21st century.

We are the women men warned us about.

We are the women who know that all issues are ours, who will reclaim our
wisdom, reinvent our tomorrow, question and redefine everything,
including
power.

We have worked now for decades to name the details of our need, rage,
hope,
vision. We have broken our silence, exhausted our patience. we are weary
of
listing on our suffering – to entertain or be simply ignored. We are
done
with vague words and real waiting; famishing for action, dignity, joy.
We
intend to do more than merely endure and survive.

They have tried to deny us, define us, denounce us; to jail, enslave,
exile,
gas, rape, beat, burn, bury – and bore us. Yet nothing, not even the
offer
to save their failed system, can grasp us.

For thousands of years, women have had responsibility without power –
while
men have had power without responsibility. We offer those men who risk
being
brothers a balance, a future, a hand. But with or without them, we will
go
on.

For we are the Old Ones, The New Breed, the Natives who came first but
lasted, indigenous to an utterly different dimension. We are the girl
child
in Zambia, the grandmother in Burma, the woman in El Salvador and
Afghanistan, Finland and Fiji. We are whale-song and rainforest; the
depth-wave rising huge to shatter the glass power on the shore; the lost
and
despised who, weeping, stagger into the light.

All this we are. We are intensity, energy, the people speaking – who no
longer will wait and who cannot be stopped.

We are poised on the edge of the millennium – ruin behind us, no map
before
us, the taste of fear sharp on our tongues.

Yet we will leap.

The exercise of imagining is an act of creation.

The act of creation is an exercise of will.

All this is political. And possible.

Bread. A Clean Sky. Active peace. A woman’s voice singing somewhere,
melody
drifting like smoke from the cookfires. The army disbanded, the harvest
abundant. The wound healed, the child wanted, the prisoner freed, the
body’s
integrity honored, the lover returned. The magical skill that reads
marks
into meaning. The labor equal, fair, and valued. Delight in the
challenge
for consensus to solve problems. No hand raised in any gesture but
greeting.
Secure interiors – of heart, home, land, – so firm as to make secure
borders
irrelevant at last. And everywhere laughter, care, celebration, dancing,
contentment. A humble, early paradise, in the now.

We will make it real, make it our own, make policy, history, peace, make
it
available, make mischief, a difference, love, the connection, the
miracle,
ready.

Believe it.

We are the women who will transform the world
Written by Robin Morgan, in collaboration with Perdita Huston, Sunetra
Puri,
Mahnaz Afkhami, Diane Faulkner, Corrine Kumar, Simla Wali, Paola
Melchiari
1994.


2 Comments so far
Leave a comment

Stunning post, stunning creed. Donna, you are my kind of woman. Happy V Day.

Comment by Sue 02.14.06 @ 1:21 pm

i really enjoyed this even though I am not a woman. I love being in the same world as women like you and like those in this creed. I had a dream the other night about a woman president for the US – please, let it be so!!!

Comment by andrei hedstrom 02.26.06 @ 9:13 pm



Leave a comment
Line and paragraph breaks automatic, e-mail address never displayed, HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>