Halsey a lansat un nou poem în care le provoacă pe femei să fie incomode

Ana Tepșanu

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Halsey

Halsey este o tânără de 24 de ani, cântăreață, care adoră să se exprime în versuri și o face foarte bine.

Nu-i este frică să spună ceea ce gândește, iar asta o face o curajoasă și o femeie care luptă pentru drepturile sale, indiferent de ceea ce spun cei din jur.

Pe 20 ianuarie 2018, în cadrul Women's March, Halsey (Ashley Nicolette Frangipane) a urcat pe o scenă din New York și a oferit unul dintre cele mai emoționante și surprinzătoare momente ale event-ului.

Ea a citit poemul A Story Like Mine, despre multiplele sale experiențe personale în care s-a confruntat cu abuzul sexual și chiar violul.

Poemul lui Halsey a fost aplaudat și ridicat în slăvi pentru curajul de care a dat dovadă în a vorbi despre toate acele experiențe traumatizante, pentru faptul că a luat atitudine și a încurajat și alte femei să vorbească despre aceste lucruri.

Halsey

În prezent, invitată la Women Of The Year Summit Sunday, organizat de Glamour, Halsey a urcat iar pe o scenă, însă de data asta a citit un poem în care le-a încurajat pe femei să fie incomode.

Mi s-a părut extrem de sinceră și directă, în timp ce a pus punctul pe I la mai multe probleme cu care se confruntă reprezentantele sexului frumos.

Însă, așa cum spune și Halsey, a venit vremea să vorbim, să ne asumăm cine suntem, să luptăm pentru lucrurile în care credem și să fim cât mai incomode cu putință.

Întreg poemul, scris, aici:

Brutally honest, outspoken and fearless

Goes with their gut, never favors appearance

‘Cause who has time for vanity with opponents to extinguish?

And don’t you think that hint of silver hairline is…distinguished?

In men? All these qualities, they make you a genius.

But if you’re a woman, you’re an inconvenience.

So he storms through the halls and he tracks down his boss

Two years in this office he’s battled across

A media major, he’s craving the glory

Bursts into a meeting, demands better stories

The newsroom head is delighted, you must know

“Now that’s how you do it! Just show me some gusto!”

And four feet away, in department store heels

Is his colleague, Sarah. She fights back her tears.

Cause she chased him down every Friday in winter

Three years in this office (plus two as an intern)

And when she requested some tasks with more substance,

He glanced at his phone and responded, disgusted,

“Please lower your voice, and how dare you approach me.

Really, your tact could afford you some coaching,

You’re acting so crazy!” His tone was defeating.

“And have some respect, I’ll be late for my meeting—

You’re being…inconvenient.”

It’s 7pm and her husband’s arriving

She fires the stove and just stares, though she’s trying.

It’s been a few days and she slept on the couch,

Depression has stolen the smile from her mouth.

He walks in, he’s angry, he asks about dinner.

“But couldn’t we just order in,” she considers.

He stares with a vacant and displeased expression,

“So why do we pay for these therapy sessions?

If you can’t be decent and take a damn shower.

You won’t ever fuck me, you’re crying for hours.

When I first ever met you, I LOVED all your crazy.

You stayed up all night and you dressed like a lady.

You fucked like a rabbit, you loved it back then,

But now you’re this lump of a mess in my den.”

He stormed out the room and she folded his tie.

She first bought it for him when his father had died.

He slept in for days and he missed weeks of work,

So she took up some supplement shifts as a nurse.

She never complained, though, she made it a promise.

But she liked her manic self, too, to be honest.

She wished that her crazy was sexy and fun, too.

But depression snuck up and she started to undo.

Why can’t she just man up and act like a wife?

She vowed to a man that she’d serve him for life.

She really doesn’t mean to be so inconvenient…

So let’s cut to a woman who’s lived out a miracle.

Made it through life being less than agreeable.

She’s running for office but battles a bias

So to fix it, she’s hired the best team of stylists.

They try her in pantsuits and skirts tailored perfect

She stares at the mirror and bleeds through its surface.

“But why do I need to look pretty to be seen?

I’m far better qualified and he’s just plain mean.

While he’s loud and he’s touting a hot wife to gloat,

So you know that’ll earn him the working-class vote.”

“They think that you’re old and the polls all reveal

That they really won’t like you with no sex appeal.

It’s not really fair, but it’s just how things are done.”

So she pinches her wrinkling skin in her thumb

And thinks, “Isn’t this just inconvenient?”

A couple meanders through Sunday brunch tables

They pick up some coffee and inspect the bagels.

Somebody approaches an after-church service.

Immediately our young wife becomes nervous.

She asks if they’re planning on having a child

She looks at her feet and her manner grows mild

“She’s trans but that’s none of your business here, lady.”

She doesn’t want kids but the subject of babies

It makes her get anxious, she knows that she’s valid.

But her belly’s not carrying much more than a salad.

Her husband, defensive, he rubs on her arms

Politely replies, it’s just not in our cards.

The churchgoer’s rude and refers to the sermon,

“No children? Well that’s just a waste of a woman.”

She relays this story to friends over wine,

And they tell her that not wanting children is fine.

She says, “Well if you wanted, you could carry your own.”

But she doesn’t know all their stories at home.

Cause some of them spend their nights cursing their wombs

Over handfuls of pregnancies ended too soon.

But before they can say they feel inadequate, too,

A fight erupts down in the back of the room.

A black woman storms through the bar in her apron

It seems she’s in trouble for slapping a patron

He put both his hands on her backside and squeezed

He said, “White women really don’t got ‘em like these!”

Her boss is irate and he tells her she’s let go.

“Why can’t you behave, yo’, you’re acting so ghetto.”

She tried to defend herself only to find

A black woman’s anger is never in line.

Aren’t all these women just so inconvenient?

Ever since the march I’ve been asked to write poems

But irony proves to be just ever-growin’

I’m asked to address how to be “inconvenient”

But before I can speak, first they want me to screen it.

They’re scared that I’ll freak out and do something wild!

But censorship really just isn’t my style.

Some even suggested that they write the speech

But how could they say that they do what they preach?

With all due respect to these media teams,

I don’t get on a stage and not say what I mean.

So, sorry to Glamour for cursing too often

But I’ve never really been the type that would soften.

A message I’m passionate about in my bones

So, if you’re offended, and viewing at home:

I’m here to say that I’m not sorry

For being…inconvenient.

You were not put on this earth to make everybody else’s life easier.

So please, be inconvenient.

Sursa: Noizz.ro

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