#As usual I've had to bottle up my rage like the good law abiding girl that I am

[silverquillsideas]

If all the mothers and sisters and grandmothers and aunts and neices and daughters, let out the rage that we're all holding inside? The rage that is age old, the rage that is wild, the rage that's just seething and roiling and thundering inside of each woman? Against the world, and all of its horrors, against all the men who have wronged us, in big and small ways, against every derision, every sarcastic laughter, every humiliating word directed at us by the society at large? every "no" that we've had to fight against? every "you're not good enough", "you're weak", "you're a woman, know your place" that's been implied, both implicitly and explicitly, over and over in our lifetimes?

What happens, if we just let go of even a fraction of that justified rage, accumulated over millenia?

I fear that the world, will simply be burnt down. Razed to the ground, until there's just ashes and lava and the white hot lightning of pure, unadulterated fury, that each of us are made to contain, oh so carefully, inside the mighty fortresses, that are the hearts of every single girl.