Our daughters will be afraid but they will pretend to be unafraid for fear that their very fear will give them the look of knowledge.Their daughters will be unafraid but they will whisper secrets in the night. Their daughters will look around and see a world without secrets or knowledge or memory and they will feel cold and t hey will fear only more of the same. Their daughters will sleep and when they scream the men in their beds will ask why and they will say they do not remember but they will remember just enough to make them know how much we have all lost. Their daughters will run naked and screaming, and instead of fearing and hating them, men will call their rage disease and treat them by slicing them into pieces until their silence is empty and other women will pretend to laugh. Their daughters will actually laugh.
I’m sure if I just breathe for long enough, I will go back to the moment I first felt like a woman, before the moment I first felt like it was possible to die. I’m sure if I think with enough serenity about wide open spaces, my face will become smooth and my body will become aerodynamic and my mind will be able to move freely from the present to the past to the future and I will be whole and I will be everyone.