Where is my voice?

I’ve heard the angry woman cry,
“Where is my voice in this Book of yours?”
She wants to know why her concerns,
her sorrows and her joys
and her pain at male injustices
are not privileged
in sacred script.

But hush, dear sister mine and hear.
When you were small,
did I not say,
“All bullies are cowards –
and they lie”?
The book itself bears witness to their fear.

For, cowards still,
they dared not cover all the truth
when writing for their god
and so they told the truth
in hazy outlines
making excuses
as bullies always do,
but
believe me, it’s there for all to see.

Try reading as a human being,
bringing all you know,
from life,
profession,
friendship,
scholarship
and, dare I say, the Holy Spirit’s prompting,
and then say what you see.

To me it says,
“He did abuse her! She spoke the truth.”
It says,
“He did murder my children!”
So all those unheard, disbelieved
victims in our very own
godless patriarchy
are given a voice that clearly says,
“She doesn’t lie!”
and
“For pity’s sake listen, listen, listen to your children!”

And didn’t you know
the last and worst injustice
is not to be believed?