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These four beautiful women challenge the objectification of their adolescent bodies at the 2013 Brave New Voices poetry slam in Washington DC. During the middle ages, the only option a woman had for removing herself from the collective rape culture is to give up her dowry to the Catholic Church and become a nun, ashewing any and all evidence of their sexuality and committing to a life of poverty and powerlessness behind the veil.

Today, while women still struggle with marginalization and objectification from a young safe, the teens in this video step into their power as women and declare themselves to be "mother-fucking monsters."  

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And perhaps they are. Inarguably, they are a new breed of women; those who hold the keys to their own power and destinies. It is perhaps, unfortunate that for young women, the feeling of carrying her own power is equated with being a monster, but the word accurately depicts the complex feelings and self-rejection we struggle with when staring in the face of our own strength. We equate keepers of power with those who abuse it, and  therefore struggle with the weight of it within the context of our own self-image. My adult daughter once told me that I was a mermaid; beautiful, alluring, and magnetic, but when stirred, those same qualities made me dangerous; a siren, a monster. I had sharp teeth and could tear out a throat, and all that could be heard was my song, as I shook with terrible power and tasted death in my mouth.

The ruse that we've given ourselves to is masked within the objectification of us; how simple it is to understand and follow the rules that we are to be lovely, accommodating, and self-effacing. For so many of us, we swallow our feminine power until we make ourselves sick from it; when we feel thin from the strain of holding our power back, we explode with it. We become monsters. We see ourselves in the only way many of us witness power; abusive, out of control, ugly. We cannot forgive ourselves for not being able to maintain the ability to be attractive and out of control at the same time. We hate ourselves for our ugliness, and quickly wrap ourselves in the security of our beauty and grace, taking comfort in the criticism we receive from whomever was on the receiving end of our loss of control. We bare the burden of responsibility for our ugliness, never mind the event that triggered the need to summon enough power to make us feel safe and respectfully heard, because the guilt is like a balm, soothing us back into our non-existence where we aren't challenged.

What would you do with it if you had  power?

Would you use it in service to the patriarchal structure of society, and increase your domesticity, like an animal that has been gentled not to bite when fed from the hand?Or would you use it to be the change that you wish to see in the world?
What if you knew that secreted inside that change was the function of changing who you were; shaking you from your foundations, and then building you up in Spirit and truth, enabling you to wield that power, your strength coming from a deep core knowledge that you are power and beauty and light?
 
The young women in the following video command ownership of their bodies, declaring themselves to be masterpieces, citing that all that they are doesn't fit prettily into polyester and spandex. They push the question,

"Why are you trying to squeeze the fantasy out of us?!" 

They claim their power, choosing to be nightmarish in their strength, rather than have another pair of eyes feeding hungrily on them. 

Trick, treat, or geek, they've closed the discussion. 

Its their choice.



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