This week, women marched in Washington D.C. to protest the inauguration and draw attention to inequality and women’s rights. Ashley Judd passionately recited a poem called “I am a Nasty Woman”, which has been plastered all over Facebook since. I have seen friends post it because they agreed with the sentiments and others comment that they were disgusted. If you haven’t seen it- I can’t recommend it.
I haven’t really seen anything that speaks for me, so I figured I would speak for myself.
I am a woman, but I am not a “nasty” woman.
I see that you are angry. The exploitation of women makes me angry, too. Yet, we clearly see things differently.
I am a woman who can speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.
I am a woman who chooses to forsake the sins of past generations who thought they had a right to decide who was human and who wasn’t-just because it benefited them financially to do so.
Today Planned Parenthood has strategically placed 79 percent of their abortion facilities in black and Hispanic neighborhoods – and those women are being charged a lot more for their abortions than they are being taxed on their hygiene items.
You mentioned Hitler- and I agree that I see evidence of him in the streets today. I am not sure what he would think about our president, but he would be pleased that one of his followers, Margaret Sanger (the founder of Planned Parenthood), successfully carried his plans to the U.S. and has destroyed lives by exploiting women and selling abortions to races she believed were “a nuisance.”
I am a woman more concerned about the modern-day slavery going on in 167 countries (including ours) than the fact that Scarlett Johansson “only” made 7 million on her last film.
I am more concerned about the the way the porn industry is contributing the victimization of women and causing adolescent dating violence to skyrocket than I am about the “suffering” of pampered Hollywood actresses. (No offense, Ashley. I get that you are one of them).
I am a woman and I am for women.
I stand up for ALL women and not just the ones with the power to decide who lives and who dies.
I am a woman who is for helping struggling families and single mothers.
I am a woman intimately involved in foster care and adoption.
I am for ending modern-day slavery and bringing sex-traffickers to justice.
I am for racial reconciliation. For police officers that put their lives on the line. For young black men who will grow up and lead families, communities, and maybe even our nation one day. I am for real reconciliation that goes deeper than political correctness, that penetrates to the heart and soul, and only comes through the love of Christ.
As a woman I have faced an unplanned pregnancy, financial struggles, fear, uncertainty, and yes – even abuse. But to be sure – I am not a victim. I am an overcomer.
I am a woman. I have worked hard to gain an education and overcome obstacles put in my way. I have demonstrated great strength when necessary but I have also – by the grace of God- stayed tender.
I do not have to be hard to be strong, and I do not have to be bitter in order to be a force to be reckoned with.
I am a woman who stands shoulder-to-shoulder with my husband as his equal, and can receive his respect without denying him the same. I can appreciate the things that make him a strong man, without feeling devalued because my strengths are different.
I am not ashamed of my tenderness or my innate ability to nurture.
My worth is determined only by my Creator – and I see that worth reflected in the eyes of every woman I meet, whether she is rich or poor, oppressed or privileged; whether she’s white, black, or some other race. Whether she knows her own value or not. Whether she knows her Creator or not.
And for the record, I see that value in men as well. I am raising young boys to be respectful of women without being ashamed of being a man or being made to feel like a unintelligent animal.
I am a woman, surrounded by other strong women who fight injustice, inequality, poverty, abuse, and oppression in a million different ways every day. They aren’t “nasty”.
They are not weak.
They are not silenced by opposition.
They are tender and caring but do not back down in the face of evil.
They do not scream about their own rights but tirelessly defend the rights of others.
They fight real battles- not just political ones.
Their words are laced with wisdom rather than vulgarity.
Their lives are marked by love, not bitterness.
They lay down their lives for others rather than demanding others lay down their lives for them.
Ladies, you don’t have to be “nasty” to be strong. You don’t have to bash men to be their equal. And you certainly don’t have to get in line and march behind the masses or follow the crowd. There are plenty of women changing the world, one life at a time, without fanfare.
Be a voice of wisdom in a sea of mindlessly repeated agendas.
Be a voice of Truth in a culture of lies.
Don’t hang your hopes on ANY politician or on political change. Our help does not come from them.
Our help comes from the Lord- Who makes us strong, makes us valuable, makes us loving, and empowers us to “loose the chains of injustice” and “set the captives free”.
We possess both a power and worth that cannot be taken by other people, politicians, or even world powers because it was not granted by them.
So be proud to be a different kind of woman, even if the masses are marching to a different tune.