I am 25 and female and I have been touched by the rising movement to speak honestly about sexual assault in our culture. Women have felt brave enough to step forward and share their stories, demanding change.
The Me Too Movement is a start. Sexual assault affects the lives of many women, rich and poor, white, black, brown and everywhere in between.
I’ve been thinking of what I want my place to be in making a major problem better. And I don’t know yet. But, I believe it is vital to take the steps in our everyday lives to make these social ills better. That means advocating for change in the workplace, in politics and in our very own private spheres. Too many victims have not received justice and I want to be part of the solution.
So, I will be educating myself, learning to be an change agent in preventing assault, harassment and other abuses and finding ways to be involved in my everyday life.
Even though, we may not have a clear path, we can always contribute towards a better future by just starting the journey.
Here I will be posting poems, short non-fiction and opinion. Over time, I will be working to make my writing better in structure, narrative, ideas and creativity. Stay tuned.
This is my first blog post. It’s a poem, based on real memories. To get a taste of my style and themes, please read.
An Ode to the Mangoes Mom Loved
By Samelia Bankole
It’s her favorite fruit
To pick up at the store
She peels off the vibrant green skin
Her tan hands as huge
As the mangoes, themselves
The yellow interior starts to show as she peels
She slices the mango piece by piece like a pro
She hands you a slice
It’s sweet and firm
Kind of like the mangoes that grew in mom’s backyard
In her backyard, there were big mango trees
She helped grow them
She used to climb the tree with her siblings
And sit high in the tree’s branches
With no need for a knife
This turns out to be her favorite memories
In a hard childhood
As she shares the slices of sweet goodness
You are building new memories with her
And receiving a piece of home
From her to you