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Quiet

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When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been

When a feminist is raped
All of her anger
All of her hope is
Useless to her in that moment

Her anger will return after, with force
But not directed at him

He will stay the skeleton in her closet,
in her bed,
Because to even admit that he exists
That THAT happened, to her,
Is to dissolve her completely

Her hope never returns the same way.
It has been smeared with some one else’s sweat and anyway,
Nothing helped her.
Not then.

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been.

So.
We need to hold hands and
SCREAM for her, loud and long and hollow and raw,
To hold her anger
To heal her hope

Sarah Godsell

Featured Poem:

No, Wait...

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I am sorry for my bones
For their whiteness
I am sorry that they have been
Fortified
At the expense of yours.

No, wait…

I am sorry for my blood
That not enough of it was shed
That the blood on me was always
Yours not mine
That every step I take leaves footprints
In your blood.

No, wait…

I am sorry for my skin
The way it has wall-papered
The whole fucking world in a 300 year frenzy and now
Even though it is out of fashion like bad 70s bathroom tile
Even though the cool kids have long ago
Moved out
Peeled it off
Set it on fire
It is still on the walls in the banks
And the prisons
And the coffins

I am sorry for my voice
That is speaks when it shouldn’t and
Is absent when needed
That the speaking does not
clean anything does not
break anything,
Can build something, maybe?

No, wait…

I am going to breathe in and dissolve
Reconstitute myself in the air
Throw my bones for you
Bonfire my skin as sacrifice
Freeing myself
For me
For you
For the stars that are white in the black sky
No, wait
They shine in jewel-colours
And the sky is blue to purple
No – wait,
The stars are fading
The sky flashes blood red
And settles into velvet
The moon is yellow, orange

Colours roam only in browns

And finally I can breathe,
Because I am the small particles of dark
I have always been, and

I have nothing to do with explosions

No….
Wait…

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Biography

Sarah Godsell is a poet and a historian. She has grown up in Jo’burg, and has a deep love for this city. She began performing in 2009, and first performed at Poetry Delight in Johannesburg and at the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown. She co-hosted the music & poetry evenings Freshly Sliced. She has also performed at a variety of shows, including the intimate conversations with women through poetry and music, The Kats Kum out to Play; Jozi House of Poetry; Sanaa Africa 2013 and 1000 People Boogy, and Capital Letters Poetry Marathon. Sarah has been featured in SA Fm’s Poetry in the Air in 2012, 2013 and 2014 and has also been interviewed on 702, Power FM, SABC 2’s Expressions and SABC Morning Live.

Her work has been published in Botsotso online, and she contributed to first artistic response to the Marikana Massacre: Marikana, a moment in time, an anthology published by Geko in 2013. She is featured in the Spoken Word anthology ‘Home is where the mic is’, published in 2015. In 2014 Sarah co-conceptualised, workshopped, and performed ‘Human4Human’, a poetry ensemble that grew into a theatre show. This had performances in 2014 at the Afrikan Freedom Station and the Joburg Theatre, and in 2015 at the Lier Theatre at the University of Pretoria.

Sarah Godsell

Biography

Sarah Godsell is a poet and a historian. She has grown up in Jo’burg, and has a deep love for this city. She began performing in 2009, and first performed at Poetry Delight in Johannesburg and at the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown. She co-hosted the music & poetry evenings Freshly Sliced. She has also performed at a variety of shows, including the intimate conversations with women through poetry and music, The Kats Kum out to Play; Jozi House of Poetry; Sanaa Africa 2013 and 1000 People Boogy, and Capital Letters Poetry Marathon. Sarah has been featured in SA Fm’s Poetry in the Air in 2012, 2013 and 2014 and has also been interviewed on 702, Power FM, SABC 2’s Expressions and SABC Morning Live.

Her work has been published in Botsotso online, and she contributed to first artistic response to the Marikana Massacre: Marikana, a moment in time, an anthology published by Geko in 2013. She is featured in the Spoken Word anthology ‘Home is where the mic is’, published in 2015. In 2014 Sarah co-conceptualised, workshopped, and performed ‘Human4Human’, a poetry ensemble that grew into a theatre show. This had performances in 2014 at the Afrikan Freedom Station and the Joburg Theatre, and in 2015 at the Lier Theatre at the University of Pretoria.

Quiet

Enlarge poem

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been

When a feminist is raped
All of her anger
All of her hope is
Useless to her in that moment

Her anger will return after, with force
But not directed at him

He will stay the skeleton in her closet,
in her bed,
Because to even admit that he exists
That THAT happened, to her,
Is to dissolve her completely

Her hope never returns the same way.
It has been smeared with some one else’s sweat and anyway,
Nothing helped her.
Not then.

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been.

So.
We need to hold hands and
SCREAM for her, loud and long and hollow and raw,
To hold her anger
To heal her hope

Featured Poem:

No, Wait...

Enlarge poem

I am sorry for my bones
For their whiteness
I am sorry that they have been
Fortified
At the expense of yours.

No, wait…

I am sorry for my blood
That not enough of it was shed
That the blood on me was always
Yours not mine
That every step I take leaves footprints
In your blood.

No, wait…

I am sorry for my skin
The way it has wall-papered
The whole fucking world in a 300 year frenzy and now
Even though it is out of fashion like bad 70s bathroom tile
Even though the cool kids have long ago
Moved out
Peeled it off
Set it on fire
It is still on the walls in the banks
And the prisons
And the coffins

I am sorry for my voice
That is speaks when it shouldn’t and
Is absent when needed
That the speaking does not
clean anything does not
break anything,
Can build something, maybe?

No, wait…

I am going to breathe in and dissolve
Reconstitute myself in the air
Throw my bones for you
Bonfire my skin as sacrifice
Freeing myself
For me
For you
For the stars that are white in the black sky
No, wait
They shine in jewel-colours
And the sky is blue to purple
No – wait,
The stars are fading
The sky flashes blood red
And settles into velvet
The moon is yellow, orange

Colours roam only in browns

And finally I can breathe,
Because I am the small particles of dark
I have always been, and

I have nothing to do with explosions

No….
Wait…

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (2)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Quiet

Enlarge poem

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been

When a feminist is raped
All of her anger
All of her hope is
Useless to her in that moment

Her anger will return after, with force
But not directed at him

He will stay the skeleton in her closet,
in her bed,
Because to even admit that he exists
That THAT happened, to her,
Is to dissolve her completely

Her hope never returns the same way.
It has been smeared with some one else’s sweat and anyway,
Nothing helped her.
Not then.

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been.

So.
We need to hold hands and
SCREAM for her, loud and long and hollow and raw,
To hold her anger
To heal her hope

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