Good girls don’t…
How did the gender roles of your childhood fill in that blank?
In the circles of my childhood, girls were to be sweet and nice and silent.
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good she was very, very good. And when she was bad she was horrid.
My dad would trace an imaginary curl on my forehead as he quoted that. It always have me chills.
The good girl of those years was not safe to speak up. But good girls grow up. Some stay sweet and nice and silent. They fill church pews and PTA groups.
But some girls find their voice.
There is a time to be silent and a time to speak. (Ecclesiastes 3:7)
A woman who has found her voice is beautiful and strong. She knows how to speak for those who have no voice. She calls out injustice. She cries out on behalf of the poor, the disenfranchised, the child without a home.
This week, truth has asked me to stand up against embezzlement. It has asked me to name sexual harassment for what it is. It has caused me to fight for midwives being treated with respect by hospital colleagues.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, she raises her voice in the public squares. (Proverbs 1:20)
No poem can silence that voice.
…a time to speak.