They say dream catchers keep away the bad dreams.
The nightmares that don’t let you sleep. Leave you twisting in fright.
But what about the nightmares you live everyday.
No, not the ones that lurk in the darkness, hidden below your pillows.
The ones that stare at you in the eye in broad daylight.
Like the time you were called a randi for wearing shorts on the streets.
When unknown fingers traced their way along your thighs.
When they tried to pry them open by force.
Or how about the time, when you were denied that promotion because you had a vagina.
How they squeezed every last bit of life out of you, but stole your reward.
How they snatched your dreams and trampled on it.
How about the time your uncle PLAYED with you, when you were too young to understand?
And the shame, the guilt and the anger that followed, all the years after!
That once when you were marked unclean, because obviously God didn’t like bleeding women.
All the times you were taken for granted. Your voice shut out.
The days when your boyfriend thought it’s okay to vent out on you. Just, leave a mark or two. After all, you could just cover it with a little foundation here and concealer there.
Or that time, when your husband raped you and everyone you told thought it’s OK.
What about these nightmares?
What about the false promises and hurtful words?
What about the scars that they left on your skin, reminding you of your helplessness?
Will the dream catcher take them away too?