domestic violence

Put On Your Red Shoes And Dance

Put On Your Red Shoes And Dance

So if you will bear with me, I’d like to take you through a kind of album of hurt and hope – a Spotify list of scar tissue, if you will.

Some of you may know a few of the lyrics; others may know every song from start to finish. If you are fortunate, then you will be hearing it for the very first time, and with luck, it will not be played out in your personal experience at any level. But what my all singing, all dancing playlist is attempting to demonstrate to you is why we need to find answers to the crisis which continues to build in our society – and I don’t mean Australian, or Western, or an individual country’s society – but society in general. It’s the crisis of a culture which isn’t dealing with the root issues behind the endemic rise of domestic and family violence, and violence against women.

I Ran Too Slow

I Ran Too Slow

I've not to this day worked out what was more hurtful; the names you sprayed like poison at me, or the fact you genuinely couldn't remember them afterwards. 

l'm also not sure whether I'm more ashamed of the fact I allowed you to hit me more than once, or that I stayed to allow it. 

Red wine coating walls like blood. The smell of bleach as I scrubbed them clean, mixed with the taste of angry, delirious, tired tears.