THE COLOSSAL POWER OF OUR VOICE

 

Powerful As God - The Children's Aid Societies of Ontario

We have become accustomed to having others think for us, because we believe that what we have to say is not important, that it lacks consistency and meaning: for not having the degree of schooling, for not being of such social class, for not being of such skin color, of such kind, for having such weight, for having such age, such height, such addiction; in one of the many patterns with which we have grown up in this world of stereotypes, cowardice, social classes, presumption and patriarchy.
The colossal power of our voice

And we keep silent, with a thousand heart, with the words like bubbles bubbling in our throat, without leaving; from fear, from shame, from shyness, from not having the courage to dare to listen to ourselves and to others to listen to what we have to say.                                                                                         

And this is how we relegate ourselves, self-censor, isolate ourselves, become the masses who see how others speak for them, how others do dare to say; how others raise their voices, they express their opinion, they debate, they question, they propose, they do. And what is worse, often in a nonconformity of personal struggle and personal demons, those people who do dare to stone them for having the guts to do what we do not. And we rot inside, in silence, anger and frustration. Hence, there are medicated drugs with which we again allow others to tell us what we feel, what we think and what we should do with our lives.

Generally to those others we give them the power to pronounce themselves in our name, even though many times we do not agree with what they have to say; To believe that we are not important and therefore not important is not what we have to say paralyzes us and that is how we see from a distance the imposition of a system that turns us into puppets. In the masses in front of the television. In the masses believing everything that those who manipulate the information say. In the masses hanging around in shopping centers, anxious, longing to buy what they do not need.                                                                                         

CHILDREN FORCIBLY TAKEN FROM THEIR HOME BY POLICE FOR CFS / SS (MANITOBA, CANADA) NOVEMBER 2012
 
In children who do not dare to talk to their parents, in parents who do not dare to converse with their children, in couples without communication that end up deceiving themselves and feigning stability so as not to break with what they know is a farce, in friends of messages of text. In students who do not dare to question their teacher, in teachers who are unable to question their students. Because the duty of the teacher is another, they have not said and we have not dared to break with what others imposed on us.

And inside our voice, struggling to get out, bursting our chest, hurting our bones, we hide it again and again.


And so it happens to us and our lives go by, letting others tell us what to think, what to eat, how to dress, because we are unable to listen to our own voice. What would become of us the day we let her out? What would we be like humanity? How individual beings? How gender? As a society that dares to overthrow oppressive patterns? Knocking down social classes and stereotypes? When will we be expressing ourselves so that others hear what we have to say? That day may disappear prescription drugs that keep us sedated and excluded from our own being and our own voice.

That day the borders they imposed on us would disappear. That day would begin the dream of another inclusive world and perhaps, of loss, in some Malay, we would not see more children living in the streets because listening to our own voice, we would know that the children of the world are also our children.