Women need to scream. Women need to rant. Women need to cry, shout,
talk, babble. Do anything but be silent. One myth that struck me most
deeply was the Greek story of Procne and Philomel. Philomel was abducted
and raped by Procne's husband, who then ripped her tongue out to keep
her from screaming for help. I have often been silenced by those around
meóridiculed by boys or my mother or even silently torn down by girl
peers. Also like the author, I fell mute and subsequently, submissive.
I had one solace: writing. It was writing in which I soared, sang my
deepest lows. I could say anything to my diary, subvert anything but
still transmit my message in a story. I was safe. It was writing that
later gave me (and gives me) the strength to speak up, and so, change
my world. Nothing can happen without a voice. It is imperative to respect
that voice, in oneself and others. There is no power for the voiceless.