No Write Way with V. E. Schwab
Sarah Maria Griff talks stubborn creativity, finding success the back way, reading your work out loud to find your writing voice, zine drops, the raw power of truth and fear, worst advice, and more. Listen in.
This originally streamed 4/11/2020 on Instagram live.
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WE FACE THIS LAND
Centuries ago,
Women accused of witchcraft faced, amongst other ordeals,
Trial by water
Tied to a chair or run under a boat
If she survives the drowning and floats
She’s a witch. If she dies, she’s a woman
We are not witches but if the church and state insists
Then let us be the descendants of all the witches they could not drown
This heirloom of trauma, this curse
This agony of water in order to hold agency over our bodies
Not all of us have survived, the waves do not part
There are no miracles here
When the stethoscope is a crucifix on your belly
How do you have any choice but the water
And fair medical treatment on another
A body is a body is a body is a body is a body is a body is a body
Not a house. Not a city. Not a vessel, not a country
The laws of the church have no place on your flesh
A veterinarian will abort a calf if a cow is falling ill. How is it that livestock is
worth more to this land than us
Eleven women every day leave Ireland seeking an abortion abroad.
We ask for the land over the water. Home over trial. Choice over none.
For our foremothers, ourselves, the generations yet to come
Witches or women - these are our bodies which shall not be given up