we, women














We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed



Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

~Melanie Thomason

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I’m for Peace


I’m for peace because war hurts everyone and every thing.  It destroys the people we LOVE.  It is my believe that no war should be able to take place until mothers from every single nation meet and decide what to do about any and all disputes.  I do not believe that men and people in power should have the right to start war.  War should be left up to women.  It seems only right.  The only questions we should ask is…”what is worth the life of my child, the life of those I love?  What is the reason I am asked to sacrifice the minds and bodies of those I love?  Who is asking this of me and why?  What are the warmongers getting in exchange for the life of my child and loved ones?  Women, mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, lovers, need to be in charge of war.  Those are the people who need to answer these questions…women across the globe need to come together and decide, once and for all, NO MORE WAR.  You can NOT have our children…those we love.  NO!

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If you See a Bombie, do not Touch it!

Lao women have forged a close friendship performing a dangerous task to free their country of lethal vestiges of war.

Here’s a poem I wrote after watching Foreign Correspondent on 15 July 2014.

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”

They are small, only the size of a tennis ball
Millions scattered over the green country
Their deadly touch lying in wait

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
Sing the little children, innocent souls, not even
Born when the bombs rained down on their parents

Every eight minutes, for nine years
While bloody battles raged in Vietnam
Now, decades later, still killing and maiming

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
Teachers teach while mothers clear the land
Equipped with probes and vital instructions

How to detonate the cluster bombs
Shed on Laos every eight minutes
For nine years during the brutal war

Only the size of a tennis ball, but deadly
Difficult to see, pretending to be a rock
After four decades of rain and dust

Twenty thousand people killed or maimed
Since the deadly rains had ceased
As if the end of war was not

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
But they mightn’t see the deadly trap!
Like the blind and handless farmer

Now walking through his village
Clinging to his loving wife
This new life trying to accept

There’s no anger in his heart
Such are Lao people, and the culprit
Says: “Let’s increase our annual funding.”

Twelve million dollars to be precise
Ten million more than all the years before
“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”

Sing the little Lao children
While their brave and able mothers
Go on clearing the infested land


Cluster bomblets have been nicknamed “bombies” by the locals.
The United States dropped more than 260 million cluster bomblets on Laos during the Vietnam War.

Lao women leading effort to clear millions of
unexploded bombs left over from Vietnam War

Foreign Correspondent 15 July 2014 http://www.abc.net.au By Sally Sara

Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric

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