I have crossed the lines of stereotyped boundaries and customs through written and spoken words.
Now, no longer do I represent the unsaid, unexpressed, unspeakable ocean of emotions.
The blue waves leap high up in the air to fall upon the dissipated islands where the call of articulation is open to all without any barriers.
Silence is not another name for a woman.
I can be quiet, calm, tranquil, peaceful, anything but not silent.
Words weave us together, strengthen our roots so it can connect with the trunk, branches, leaves, fruits to nourish them with stories and conversations.
Our words complete our bedtime stories, emphatic musings, encouragement bytes, tell stories of our tears, and make our life complete.
When we gossip, we actually share stories, we criticize the wrong, we empower everyone,
we uplift our sisters, we help them break open doors, we smash our opponents,
we fight the hypocrisies and lies to discover the truth.
We are not Gossip mongers, Call us storytellers it is in our inheritance to tell stories…