An Encounter

The wisdom and knowledge that is passed from generation to generation, and woman to woman, gives us an armour we may not be aware of … but it’s there. Waiting. For the right encounter. To straighten our backs and fill our hair with fire and our words with strength.

Poem by Molly from Transatlantic Notes called ’An Encounter’: “When you outmatch them on an intellectual level, your body is the place they will try to wage war. A war they hope you will fight with yourself; by them nestling an insult in your skin. But little do they know of the knowledge you carry, from your mothers a thousand lines deep. A line so armoured in wisdom, it restores who you are in your sleep."

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