We are asked again! to share our spaces.
We are asked again! to do the emotional labour.
We are asked again! to celebrate ourselves.
Because again! the initiatives are not led by others seeing our value.
We are asked again! to celebrate that one thing,
one man did for us,
for a limited time.
That one thing,
we do each day
without notice.
We are asked again! to perform public gratefulness,
for things that ought to be self-evident.
We are once again! told that we don’t do things right.
Why are so many women not cycling to work?
Have you ever listened?
I mean beyond the act of performative care?
I am just so fucking angry.
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