Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: Feminism

  • How We Hold

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    Making art has felt so necessary in my life. Over the past year or so I’ve slowly re-immersed myself in the creative process. I’ve written, doodled, knitted, crocheted, paper-mached, I’ve done a lot. And I did it all in the pursuit of escaping the hell of living with PTSD and active trauma. Writing has traditionally…

  • Awe

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    Originally Posted on October 1st, 2023 I’ve been on a bit of a creative kick recently. Maybe it’s the super full moon, or the transition to the fall season, or just my personal journey. Whatever it is this creativity of mine has really centered on themes of womanhood, patriarchal structures, and the spaces we make…

  • My daughters

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    Originally Posted on August 21st, 2023 I hope when my daughters grow up their voices drown mine out as they shout from the rooftopsI hope they grow up to be furious and loud I want their voices to carry across the expanse and overtake the hum of indifference Drown out the evil that wishes to…

  • Consistency

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    Originally Posted on August 20th, 2023 Sometimes consistency doesn’t work. We forget that the routines we build are arbitrary and abstract. I’ve spent months on end working out every morning, engaging in hobbies, putting away the laundry. We present to ourselves the idea that creating these routines builds security and for a time that may…

  • She said,

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    Originally Posted March 13th, 2023 “I am not here to judge you, only to molest youStrip you of your dignity Crack open your chest and let your vitality spill on the floorI am the curtain and there is nothing but a man behind meI emptied myself out before anyone else could” – She said

  • Pacifist not Passive

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    Originally Posted on March 12th, 2023 Like a sitting duckWe are prey We are not human Humanity is for those who pray My existence is contingent on enduring the pain of the unspoken rules My life matters less because they say so My rights are not human I am a monster of their creation How…

  • woe-MEN

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    Originally Posted on March 10th, 2023 In a field dominated by women you would think there would be an overflowing of empathy and compassion but instead there are the shrieking cries of “pick me.” Women who have tricked themselves into believing that if they inflict pain on their fellow sisters they will be spared the…

  • She

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    Originally Posted on February 24th, 2023 I don’t want to face a younger me And tell her it doesn’t get better. Tell her she is let down by society. Her goodness does not matter.People will hurt her and they wont think twice. People will hurt her and they wont think twice. She will spend time…

  • Place

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    Originally Posted on March 8th, 2020 A square mile of land jutting unassumingly into the Atlantic ocean Contains my favorite place in the world. Sitting amongst the rows of houses,First built in the post-WWII boom,Is my Grandparents’ home. Unlike the other homes neatly lined up with barely a lane between them, their home sits alone…