Monthly Archives: November 2011

It could be you or me

My roommate came home today.  She was acting strangely I suppose.  It took her over an hour to sit down and gather herself.  She said she wasn’t sure if she should tell me something.  Which then was followed by her recounting her visit with her grandmother.  Her grandmother had taken her for a walk around the trailer park where she lives, as they were taking their stroll her grandmother pointed to an area where a couple weeks ago she found the body of young woman, naked from the waist down with her hands tied.  She also pointed out that the young woman was wearing jade earrings.  I immediately reached down for my large jade amulet I wear everyday.  She didn’t live in the area where she was found.  Someone left her body there.


I don’t know who this woman is, her death hasn’t made the news.  

This happens every day.

Every day women are killed and left on the side of the road, in forests, in parks, in bodies of water, in parking lots.  Every day they are sexually tortured and murdered.  There isn’t a day that passes where women aren’t killed for being women.  There isn’t a day that passes where the femicide stops.  This could be you or me next time and we wouldn’t even make the fucking news because its so common.  

I plan to find out who this woman was.  What happened.  I want to make a fuss.  I want the world to know a young woman no different than you or me, save circumstance was raped and murdered.  I want to raise hell upon earth.  This happens every day.