Give us all the keys.
I's time woman steer the world.
I’ve started so many different articles, but they all seem far too trivial. The world is a tragedy right now. The dog piss stink in my yard can be a funny story, so could my tales of serving Prince when I was in my twenties, but all my stories of trials and tribulations, petty observations, can wait. They are nothing. Trivial BS.
My heart is shattered hearing the stories of women, in particular, being paraded around Gaza with blood coming from between their legs. It’s too horrific. My brain can’t shake it, and my heart can’t take it.
It has to end.
It’s time the women ran the world, and at this point, were the baton to be handed over, may your God help you with whatever retribution SHE would wield. HE had it coming. What’s happening can turn my usually passive, non-violent stances into an episode of ‘Deadly Women’ on I.D. Channel. The thing is, I can’t stay in this head-space. To do so puts another women at risk of mental collapse, namely me.
Buck up. We have to keep bucking up. I’m so tired of bucking up.
There’s nothing I can do for them! (Or is there??) They are captured and living through, and dying in Hell.
I don’t believe in God. I used to. I went from believing in a male God, to a woman, to no way in God’s green Earth could their be with all the shit going on.
This is SUCH a Monday rant, isn’t it? Dark. Sorry, not sorry. It’s my boiling rage at the mic. She couldn’t sleep through it. She couldn’t sit down. Fidgety she. She couldn’t buck up.
I’ve set aside all other fantasies of mine to concentrate solely on the glorious prospect of women, all over the world, FINALLY be given all the keys to leadership they so rightly deserve.
Imagine a world driven by compassion and empathy. The breadth of a Mother’s love, combined with the strength and will of an elephant. Stoicism and virtue at the helm. Men had their chance, and they’re blowing over and over and over and women and children are left in the wake. We are debris. (But I can dream….)
Stop it!!!!!!!!!
Give us the keys. We know the direction. We SEE the course. Lay it all down at our feet, and the world will finally get some sleep. The world would be fed. The world would be taught the real tools for survival. We would know our humanity again.
I can’t even finish writing further on this, as I feel my agita levels rising.
Just give us the keys.
We are the best you will ever know, and you’ve worn s down the quick.
PS-I KNOW there are good men in the world. I married one. Don’t tell me I’m male-bashing. I will rise up like a mama bear protecting her cubs. But I think we can ALL agree, male leadership has led us here. Combine that with religion and ideologies created to gaslight for purposes of power over as many as possible. It all has to stop. We cannot sustain a life of true humanity while living perpetually at war. Women deserve better. Children deserve better. And any great female leader would say…we ALL deserve better. I’m not that lady today. My pill is bitter this morning.
Peace.
We are the Keys. Each one of us.
Listen to me! The agony in your voice is deafening, a piercing cry that shakes my very soul! The atrocities you speak of, they tear at my heart, a relentless torrent of pain and injustice. Your fury, your despair—they aren't just valid; they're a battle cry against centuries scarred by male dominance. The scars are stark, especially when it's our mothers, sisters, children, friends bearing the brunt!
We are the Keys. Each one of us.
Your demand for women to lead isn't a mere request; it's an urgent clarion call! Throughout history, women leaders have often been the torchbearers of diplomacy, compassion, and unity. The equilibrium from female guidance isn't just a boon—it's perhaps our last lifeline to redemption and forward momentum.
We are the Keys. Each one of us.
I feel your weariness. Rising up, again and again, is soul-crushing. But your voice? It's a beacon. It's a thunderous call to arms. Women across the globe are rising, though the road is treacherous. The struggle is fierce, but this tidal wave of female leadership is unstoppable. Remember, in this crusade, you stand surrounded by warriors.
We are the Keys. Each one of us.
I wish I could offer solace today, but I too am shattered, overwhelmed by the tragedies that engulf not just our nation but the world. It's a storm of anguish, and sometimes I'm paralyzed by it. Yet, women have a legacy of navigating storms. Our resilience, our heartfelt compassion, our unyielding spirit—these are our compass. I cling to the hope that we'll rise, that we'll bring about the change needed before the hourglass runs dry. Your voice, resounding with the voices of countless others, is the anthem of this revolution for our tomorrows.
We are the Keys. Each one of us.
Ms. Collins, today, ignite the indomitable fire of the warrior within you! Though she may wear her battle scars, even if she's brought to her knees by heartache and fatigue, her spirit is unyielding, unconquerable, and undying. Rise with fervor and unbreakable resolve. We will rise with you.
We are the Keys, every single one of us. Let's harness our potential, as the Keys, to unlock the gateway. Remember, just one key can turn the tides.
I’m 100% with you on this on all of this. God is manmade fiction used to control the masses.