Why is it that becoming emotional becomes becoming irrational? Why are emotions tied with over reacting, with unreasonable, with needing to quiet down?
Don’t they see we’ve lived our lives being told to quiet down? That we cannot be emotional. When emotions are the base reaction we have to let us know that it is not okay. When our gut instinct is crying to be heard.
Why is raising our voice considered losing control? And if it is, then what is control? We raise our voices to put a stop to something, to say no. We lose our control on what is considered normal, on what we shouldn’t say, on the things we cannot afford to say. We say with our voices raised: enough is enough.
If we are told we are emotional, or emotion-less we are constantly reduced to our emotions. Why does it have to be around this?
Why are our emotions, our anger, our pain the reason we cannot talk? Why is talking considered clinical and angerless, painless? When by definition pain involves change? How can we become clinical about our injustice, our suffering, our inequality?
Why is each small incident, each argument, not seen as just a part of this bigger whole? This large movement to silence our emotions. To tell us, in another way, that yet again we are not accepted as we are. That yet again we have to tell it in words our oppressors, others can understand. Why is the burden on us? The pained, the hurt, the frustrated, the angry. Isn’t our anger at being hurt, not being listened to, silenced again and again worth hearing?
Why must we silence the beatings of our heart? The movements that tell us we are alive and hurting, alive and being oppressed? Why can we not yell, can not shout, when it feels as if we are being pushed back into our box?
Told again we need to moderate ourselves, when our whole life is about moderation. Moderating our behavior, our dress, our words, our actions. If every single thing demands us to evaluate our behaviors, how they are perceived, how we can make ourselves more palatable, why can we just be allowed to be?
Why must we always be for someone else?
Why is being never enough?