Kathleen Hanna es uno de mis ídolos. Cantante del grupo de punk electronico Le tigre y antes pionera del movimiento de punk feminista Riot Grrl con Bikini Kill. Hanna es una activista social del feminismo, los derechos de la comunidad lésbico-gay y de las víctimas de abuso sexual. Hace poco encontré esta pieza de spoken word, poesía slam o como quieran llamarle. Un poema sobre su experiencia como víctima de abuso sexual a los nueve años. Los primeros versos se podrían traducir así:
Soy tu peor pesadilla hecha realidad
soy una niña que no se puede callar
no hay mordaza tan grande para esta boca
voy a decirle a todos lo que me hiciste
Era la medianoche en mi casa
Era la medianoche en mi casa
Era la medianoche en mi casa
Era la medianoche en mi casa
Aquí una transcripción del poema completo.
“The Middle of the Night in My House” Spoken Word by Kathleen Hanna transcribed by a_papier_mache on Livejournal I’m your worst nightmare come to life I’m a girl who you can’t shut up There’s not a gag big enough can handle this mouth I’m gonna tell everyone what you did to me It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house I was having this dream Where there was this doctor And I was on a conveyer belt And I was going by really really slow And I’m nine years old And it’s really tiring And I’m really sleepy Sleepy Sleepy Sleepy Sleepy tired And I’m laying on the conveyor belt And I’m going by really slow And there’s this doctor And he’s looking down at me And I’m looking up at him And he’s looking down at me And I’m looking up at him And he’s looking down at me And he inspects Every single girl as they go by And we’re on this island And so it’s not a part of the rest of the real world It’s separate from the rest of the real world And because it’s an island And I’m nine years old And the only things I’ve learned are off of TV I think everybody else Like all of the girls on the conveyor belt Are gonna be brown And I’m the only white one And I’m going by And I’m going by And I’m going by And he looks down And he inspects them He inspects them It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house And then finally he comes to me And he stops And he looks down And I’m looking up at him And he’s looking down at me And I’m looking up at him And he’s looking down at me And he reaches his hand down And starts touching me Is this the dream? Is this the dream? It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house (Male voice: Nothing was happening) It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house Only I wasn’t dreaming I wasn’t dreaming I don’t really think I was dreaming I really think something happened in that house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house But see what if I had a fantasy before that that made it happen Or what if there was a dream Or something I saw on TV What if it really didn’t happen Then I say something Then everybody gets accused (Male voice: Nothing was happening) What about the fact that I like passive sex? It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house (Male voice: Nothing was happening) Something was happening! Why is it that I woke up from the first 12 years of my life with no top on? (Male voice: Nothing was happening) It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house I am your worst nightmare come to life! And I’m not gonna shut up I’m gonna tell everyone (Male voice: Nothing was happening) I’m gonna tell everyone (Male voice: Nothing was happening) I can sing you a pretty song (Male voice: Nothing was happening) I can sing you a pretty song It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house It was the middle of the night in my house Something did happen Why would a baby dream of rape? Why would a baby dream of rape? Why would a baby dream of rape?
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