One Billion Rising

Last night at our NIA class, we danced for One Billion Rising. It was such a moving experience, and will be re-inforced with other activities that I am attending this week.

I got a very moving post about One Billion Rising and want to share it with you. It is a very personal post, and I think you will agree that it is worth sharing.

One Billion Rising

Eve Ensler visited India during the recent unrest over the  rape and death of a young Indian woman.


Written in Kerala for the women of India who lead the way


This could have been anywhere

And was

Mexico City




Nighttime men


like wolves


for prey


that single dimly painted door

paying nothing

a couple of  dollars

or euros


or pesos

to have her

Enter her

Eat her

Devour her

and throw away her bones.


This could have been anywhere

And was

A Buddhist nun on a bus

Trying to stay dry for the night

A woman leader speaking out against

The repressive government

A young woman traveling with her boyfriend

One lost her voice

The other her following

The last one her life


This could have been anywhere and was

Pink wooden crosses

A stack of stones

Red wilting carnations

Empty chairs in a square

Ribbons flying in a sultry wind

I ask Anna Nighat Kamla Monique Tanisha Emily

Why Why

Porque Eran Mujeres

Parce qu’elles étaient des femmes

Because they were women

Because they were women


This could have been anywhere

And was

Where she got fired for being too beautiful

Fined for drinking after she was raped

A serious offer to marry her rapist

Got told it was legitimate but not forcible

This could have been anywhere

They do such a thing

When the girls go for fire wood

Step into the lonely man’s car

Drink a little too much at the college party

Wake up with her uncle’s fingers inside

Run from the screaming machete and guns

Be taken at sunrise

Get a bullet in the brain for learning the alphabet

Be stoned for falling in love

Be burned for seeing the future



I am done

Cataloguing these horrors

Data Porn

2 million women raped and tortured

1 out of 3 women

a woman raped every minute

every second

one out of 2

one out of 5

the same




I am done counting

And recounting


Its time to tell a new story

It needs to be our story

It needs to be outrageous and unexpected

It needs to lose control in the middle

It needs to be sexy and in our hips

And our feet

It needs to be angry and a little scary the way storms can be scary

It needs to not ask permission

Or get permits or set up offices

Or make salaries

It wont be recorded or bought or sold

Or counted

It needs to just happen

It is not a question of inventing

But remembering

Buried under the leaves of trauma and sorrow

Beneath the river of

semen and squalor

vaginas and labias

shredded and extracted


body mines

mined bodies

It is not about asking now

Or waiting

It is about rising



Raise you arm my sister my brother

Raise your one


Your one heart

Your one of us


I used to be afraid of love

It hurt too much

What never happened

What got ripped away

The rape

The wound

And love

I thought

was salt

But I was wrong

I was wrong


Step into the fire


Raise your arm

Raise your one









Eve Ensler for One Billion Rising