“Granddaughter of Stonewall” by Ona Marae
“Granddaughter of Stonewall” by Ona Marae
Why do I write?
I write because of them.
I write because of solemn women, in sensible shoes and fedoras, wearing three articles of
women’s clothing.
I write because of laughing women, who lean across campfire pits, braving growing flames
to hand hot dogs to lovers and friends.
I write for herstory documented
for lives recorded
for stories told and retold.
I write because now I am in the history books, thankyouverymuch.
I write because of the women upon whose shoulders I stand.
I walk in puddles of blood shed – not a
fancy metaphor but actual
sticky, sweet-smelling blood,
spilt by those who don’t understand
and those who do fear or worse who
do hate us and our
stories told and lived
and retold. I write
because of them.
I write because they wrote. I write because I am a granddaughter of Stonewall.
I write for our daughters to come
So that they, that she
May stand on my shoulders
On a literary card house that
Does not topple.
But grows stronger, firmer, more robust and richly colored with every passing generation.
I write because of them.
I write for them.