When I was Young, I’d learned that being Gifted with or gaining Mastery over the Ability to give Name to your Fear, problems, challenges, obstacles & foes- would be one of the most valuable Tools for my Future.
This very Simple Act can be the Beginning of the End; Unravel Sinister Plots against you; Disarm whole armies bent on your destruction; Give you Absolute Power over Evil Sorcerers; Turn the tables on Rumplestiltskin; Strip all Strength like cutting Goliath’s Hair; Render Mountains into Molehills; Enslave those who would be your Master; Bring Giants down to your size.
How could I have been so wrong?
I now Despair that it took so many long Years to Realize I am no better than a Blind Old Woman lost in the Endless Forest black & thick, and how easily I am Imprisoned, Tortured and made to Fear the Silence that deafens me in Darkness.
For today my Captor strips & binds me fast, forcing Shame to hang upon my neck before a Stranger so much inferior in skill. Ringing in my ears is the Hard Truth that a Penis is not required for Sexism to be possible.
My Naming my Tormentor only Empowered the Red Witch to Charge me with false-Guilt & Tooling her instead, while I hang a Kept Woman– Spiritless & Naked before All to see, on this dais in the square by my bloody wrists from the Pillory….awaiting my time upon each of her Implements of Endless Fear & torture upon the Chair, the Rack, the Cradle, the Bull, the Brank, the Spider, the Splitter, the Tickler & Pear…