Last night I marched.

I screamed.

I yelled.

I ranted.

I cheered.

Energy poured from me as I marched through the streets with my sisters and their children. Taking Back the Night. I could do absolutely anything. The world was mine to take on, to celebrate. My body was mine to celebrate.

"Not the church.

Not the state

Women must control our fates"

And with my sisters beside me, I believe its true. We can do anything - as I tell the 4-year old girl I look after as a part-time job. "Girls can do anything" and she believes me. She tells this to her older brother who criticizes her at times (as brothers will do. She emphasizes it to me when we are walking on a cold and windy, drizzly Newfoundland day and long to be home inside - "its okay. We can do anything. We can beat this wind because we're strong girls!"

It starts with our children.

Today, a 3-year old boy asked me "why do we have mouths?" and "why do we have hands?" I turned it back on him, asking him what do we use our hands for? He told me "hands are not for hitting".

And they're not. Not for hitting with anything - not their own bare skin, not a weapon. A 3-year old can see the truth - why not the rest of the world?

All for another day - today I am still taking back my streets, my city, my energy - my life.

Women unite! Take Back the Night!

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