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A Feminist Future

Cold Unwelcoming Waters by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi (Nigeria)

11/12/2023

 
​And you watch her, keenly
Going from one to another
Seeking for advice on how to navigate the cold and unwelcoming waters ahead of her
Others had gone and found their different ways to the other side
Through these same waters
But she was still dithering
Unsure and unwilling to take the dive
Watching others before and behind her, go on, before her
Through the cold, unwelcoming waters

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Beaconed by Blood by Brandon Korth (Canada, 30)

11/1/2023

 
Trigger Warning: death and blood

          Stephanie sat cross-legged in the standing shower aboard the VIKENGRASS. The water
sprinkled over her body as she kept her eyes closed, trying to meditate and alleviate the pain that
came on this day every year. It was the anniversary of the accident that took the lives of both of
her parents, having her leg and finger amputated, along with permanently deafening her. All
because their self-driving car stopped working and drifted into oncoming traffic.
          She opened her eyes to be met with darkness, alarming her. The lights came back on in a
moment, and the room shook. Stephanie quickly stood up and turned off the water, jumping out
of the shower and drying herself off. She grabbed her clothes and slipped them on, returning to
her living quarters as soon as she could.
          The VIKENGRASS shuttered and groaned as explosions rocked the inner hull. The lights
in the hallway dimmed, flickering subsequently with the detonations. The crew scrambled from
their living quarters as sirens blared overhead, red lights flashing along the tops of the black
walls. It was against protocol to be woken this way, as a member aboard the bridge was
designated to wake them, preparing the entire crew to deal with the emergency.

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Painting Smiles Over Fangs by Mariya Kika (Canada, 23)

10/31/2023

 
They tell me to be at peace.
They don’t notice that I am in pieces.
Regardless of the blood that drips from my lips.
Regardless of the bruises that shackle my wrists.

They wrestle control from bloodied fingers,
and crack my knees against the floor.
They wish to strip me of my strength,
and trap me in my voice.

They wish for me to cease,
gagging me with dirtied money.
They think it will stop me,
stuffed mouth unable to speak.

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Alligator Shoes by Monty Rozema (Washington, 24)

10/31/2023

 
          Her shoes were made in the year 1977. They belonged to her grandmother when she was
a young woman. They were wingtip derby dress shoes in a size 8-and-a-half with a very slight
heel. She’d been granted permission to wear them to work after filing a special request with her
employer. She’d made a very thorough case for the shoes. They were in beautiful shape,
closed-toed, and sturdy. They’d made her bring them in to prove that she could sprint down the
hallway in them. The shoes were made from alligator skin, her favorite animal, said to still roam
free in the half-drowned Atlantis that remained of the Southeastern American wilds, where her
extended family had once lived, just outside of Miami – what the shoes lacked in utility, they
made up for in history.

​          Tip-tack-tip-tack, the shoes used to go, smacking tiles as she walked back and forth
across her grandad’s deck like America’s Next Top Model. Now they made almost no sound at all,
just a faint thup-thup-thup. Principal Ndongo’s allowance of the shoes hinged on the condition
that they be appropriately dampened – several spaces in the facility still had hard, lacquered
floor, namely the cafeteria and gym areas. She paced around the empty facility, poking her head
into all the rooms that would be, any time now, full of human beings. During her extensive
training, she’d participated in several full-occupancy armed safety drills, but those always struck
her as falsely urgent, bordering on ridiculous. They were meant to further complicate an already
fabricated scenario, like trying to catch someone off-guard while playing Simon Says. Simon
Says get the fuck down, now, now, now.

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You, Our Rebellious Future, Hopeful Now, Eternal Freedom by Mariya Kika (Canada, 23)

10/31/2023

 
I find redemption in the contours of your back
Weighing heavy on the breadth of your shoulders
A map to vengeance, peace, freedom
written in the notches of your spine
Each freckle I come across
a landmark, a victory

I find hope in your hands
Sprinkled throughout the callouses
A warm cradle for actions, consequences, victory
Found in the cup of your palms
Each finger slots into mine
A safety net, a promise

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This Supper, Next Summer by Cadriel Huynh (Vietnam, 13)

10/28/2023

 
​          Pass the salt. Say grace at the dinner table. Say this could be something.

          We eat quietly by the window under sunbeams, listening to the music of a
songbird’s serenade. I can’t remember the last time we had a meal like this, together
and yet still so alone. If you could speak to me for the first time, what would you
say?

          Do you want to light the candles? I ask, and you shake your head. They’re just
there for decoration
. Of course they are.

          The food is stale. Still, I eat because you have made it. This cooking, though
unappetizing, is one of the purest forms of love. I will not turn it into one of shame.

          When we finish, I notice the chipped edge of your plate. Even in this silence
we share it screams, I am here. I am lived in. A smile spreads across my lips, thin and
wry. Today has been good to us.

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Daughter of Clay by Tabassum Hasnat (Bangladesh, 21)

10/15/2023

 
Neither do I belong to those fetters of fragility
furled around my feet, nor do I belong
to the shallowly strength depicted
by utter superficiality;

I am the daughter of clay,
and of callosity,

crafted with the competence
of being fragile and fortitudinous
all at once.

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Rites of Passage: by Paris Mather (Ohio, 21)

10/12/2023

 
Getting mascara on your eyelid.

Smudging your nail polish because it takes too long to dry.

Not knowing how to receive compliments.

Knowing how to give them.

Allowing yourself to be girly in a way that isn’t ironic or making fun.

Allowing yourself to not be girly, not just to be different.

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Divine by Kelly Louise Marshall (United Kingdom, 44)

9/29/2023

 
The Divine Feminine is the feminine aspect of the divine power that connects and binds the
earth together. It is the goddess energy that exists within us all. – Google Definition of The
Divine Feminine

​
​
Call of hawks
Rumble of thunder

Goddesses rise from your slumber

Sister’s merge
Form a herd
​
Of unbridled, wild horses

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Rose by Jia Dunsby (South Korea)

9/29/2023

 
Artist's Description: 
I believe this photograph is best suited with the section “A Feminist Future”. I took this
photograph in the Outdoor Seoul Botanical Garden as the flowers began to blossom in the
Spring. To me, the rose blooming represents my hope for a season of empowerment and growth
in feminism across the world. With the onset of more feminist groups and social media
campaigns, we have become closer to transforming power dynamics and policies.

Furthermore, a rose is often used to symbolize female reproductive organs, with various
cultures and artistic representations using flowers to represent fertility. Through this photograph,
I aim to draw attention to the recent efforts to combat legislation restricting reproductive
healthcare. I believe that autonomy over reproduction is the key pillar of the overall health,
empowerment, and human rights of women. The beauty and intricacies of the rose pattern in
the photograph alludes to the physical and emotional significance of womens’ ability to control
their beautiful bodies.

I also think that the photograph pairs well with “A Past of Protest” as well. The rose also
embodies the years of strength, resilience, and vitality demonstrated by women who fought for
their rights in various facets of life, such as voting and workplace treatment. Both the vibrant
energy radiating from the rose and its ability to grow in various conditions, from lush gardens to
harsh environments, speak to its power to overcome challenges and thrive. Similarly, over the
past few decades, women have been able to use their powerful spirits to combat sexism with a
drive for change.
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