Category Archives: Women’s Rights

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International Women’s Day 2017… #BeBoldForChange

“A free race cannot be born of slave mothers.” – Margaret Higgins Sanger

“Extremists have shown what frightens them the most: a girl with a book.” – Malala Yousafzai

“How can we effect change in the world when only half of it is invited or feel welcome to participate in the conversation?” — Emma Watson

“We’ve begun to raise daughters more like sons… but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.” ― Gloria Steinem

“There is a special place in hell for women who do not help other women.” — Madeleine K. Albright

“Remember the dignity of your womanhood. Do not appeal, do not beg, do not grovel. Take courage, join hands, stand besides us, fight with us.” — Christabel Pankhurst

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Just a handful of quotes from an amazing group of women, women who all understand that while the voice of womankind throughout the world continues to be silenced, to go unheard, the dream of liberty, freedom and equality for all will remain but a dream and nothing more. Real democracy is not, should not be the sole reward of one half of the world’s population. Women have as much right to all the opportunities, benefits, liberties and freedom’s that have been, and continue to be, afforded to their male counterparts since time immemorial.

For women and girls everywhere life is not so very different than it was in the dark ages, fighting tooth and nail, to all but justify their very existence, and yet we claim to be, indeed we call ourselves civilised.

Every twenty minutes a woman is raped in India. All over the world rape is used as a means of coercion, degradation, torcher, control, in the game of war, man’s game of war. Women and children are taken from their homes and they are trafficked for sex all over the not so civilised world. Domestic violence and abuse are more prevalent today than ever. Predators wonder around blatantly under the very noses of the watching world, often using the guise of charity, robes of power, even robes of holiness and yet no one does a thing.

As we think about International Women’s Day 2017 today, let us not just be content to celebrate what we have been able to achieve so far under these historic and unyielding circumstances. For as incredible as it has been in the grand scheme of things we have taken but a single step on a long, long road.

Women everywhere need us to be all that we can be, they need us to work together, to raise our voice in unison, to make a stand, to carry on the good work of all of those who have gone before us. Therefore let us fix our eyes and all that remains to be done and together let us all make the world the kind of place we all know and dream that it can be.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane Author Poet

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She may be missing from histories pages

She may be absent from memorial walls,

She may be non-existent in man’s tales of valour

She may be invisible up and down life’s great halls.

She may not have statues carved in her honour

She may not have trophies and medals dedicated to her,

She may not have special services of remembrance

She may not have been given a voice without silencer.

She may never be treated as an equal

She may never be in a position of power,

She may never be seen as more than a body

She may never be privy to man’s ivory tower.

And yet…

She creates life, she feeds life, she nurtures

She endows life with meaning, with love,

She tends and she mends and she teaches

She shows life what it’s truly made of.

She empowers, she inspires, and she builds

She designs, she discovers, she writes,

She navigates, she buys and she sells

She moves and she shakes, and she knows her own rights.

She’s courageous, a dynamic risk taker

She’s inventive, a thinker, a sage,

She’s revolutionary, she is a leader

She’s a testament throughout every age.

And though man has seen fit to paint over

Her endless contributions to the world and to life,

Though man refuses to let her out of the corner

He still desire’s her, long’s to make her his wife.

In conclusion, perhaps that’s man’s final solution

Speak of love make her a slave to his will, to his heart,

Enshrine her, turn her into a trinket

But don’t ever once let her play her true part.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 7 March 2013 ©

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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Eight Years Old and a Bride

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Figures from UNICEF estimate that there are 39,000 child marriages every single day.

Furthermore it estimates that more than 140 million girls will marry between 2011 & 2020

Of the 140 million girls who will marry before the age of 18,

50 million will be under the age of 15. 

Eight Years Old and a Bride

Through aching non-subtleties of gender distain

She lives her life without complaint,

For long since past she came to recognise

‘Tis but her form that man does prize.

Thus through his shadow cold and dark

She finds no way to live embark,

For duty to him is her only given

And her sole purpose in life is male-driven.

She dare not speak or have her say

Must on demand her body lay,

She must not dream, not raise her head

She must soothe his ails and keep him fed.

Never must she go out alone

Talk to another, her name be known,

No questions need be ever asked

For that is simply not her task.

No books should ever be seen or read

No knowledge shall enter into her head,

No education for this child

No opportunity to let her thoughts run wild.

For she is but a paid-for bride

A token of man’s sinful pride,

A shell of who she out to be

Enslaved by his profanity.

Enchained by all life deems she’s worth

And alien on this great earth,

Raped of sense and sensibility

Driven by fear enforced by he.

Beaten just because his can

Devoid of strength, support, a plan,

She lives her life a subordinate

Shown no mercy left to fate.

Not knowing how all this will end

And why she never had a friend,

She wonders why she does not belong

And why all the good people don’t think it’s wrong.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 31 July 2013 ©.

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This poem is taken from the book ‘My Writes’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org 

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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When you stole the light from her eyes

When you trampled upon the peace in her soul,

When you consumed the joy in her heart

When you used up her mind took control.

Did you know what you were thinking?

Was each pawn taken a part of your plan?

Was each piece stripped as a means to her end?

Was she truly such a threat towards man?

When you tore the strength from her spirit

When you smothered her hope gentleness,

When you cut open dissected her will

When you forced her to yield, to undress.

Did you know what you were doing?

Was each strike meant to cause her such pain?

Was each lash meant to cut her so deeply?

Was it you goal to break her to drive her insane.

When you ripped the child from her womb

When you starved her, cut off all her hair,

When you forced her to perform for you friends

When you defiled her till her blood and her beauty ran bare.

Did you know how you were acting?

Was this the only route you could take?

Was this the full extent of your purpose?

Was it just her that your actions forsake?

When you stole the light from her eyes

When you beat to death the woman and all she could be,

Did you know as she gasped for her last breath?

That hers was the real victory.

For in her death she found freedom

She found solace, she found love liberty,

But what did you have ‘n hold at the end of it all

But an overdue bill owed to Satan, his fee.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 27th July 2014 ©

 

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This poem is taken from the book ‘Left Handed Poetry from a Right Handed Poet’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Anonymous . . . The Eulogy Of.

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Dedicated to all those voices who spoke out over the centuries, in so many ways, about so many things, but whose names on the whole remain anonymous to us even now (mainly because so many of them were women), yet whose words we often quote time and again, using their most famous signature Anonymous, Anon, Unknown.

Anonymous . . . The Eulogy Of.

All I had to say of time my dear, that was No friend of mine,

From first breath of air, till final gasp, my life felt at odds with one divine.

And from cowering in corners, to dancing on life’s stage,

From sharing the thoughts my heart did think, it seems my life caused much outrage.

From mother’s arms, to father’s knee I sensed no loss of Love,

From the first song I sang, to last climbed tree, life was always knife in velvet glove.

And although I pondered tried my best, to embrace the thoughts from east to West,

It was deemed and thus agreed upon, that I’d failed every single test.

And so awash, set free, named useless, I picked up my pen and did duly write,

My thoughts, my contemplations, my discernments, wrong or right.

For although it seemed there was No place in this great life for me,

The pen in hand dared to imply, to write was my destiny.

And so after much discussion the pen and I declared…

Here are the words we could not say while life left speech impaired.

And you may choose to look not see, to listen but not hear,

You may dismiss my cause, concerns, the things I deeply fear.

But you can never say again, there goes that waste of life,

For this fool she leaves gifts of words to you. . . Because that is her life’s purpose, her Sacrifice.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 12th September 2013 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂