“Did you hear me? I want to know why. How can you keep going day after day as voices spin a web of untruth? Don’t you care? What can we do? I am fearful for the future and what will happen if we continue down this divisive path.”

My mother stood resolute methodically opening each shell. Her silence confused and angered me. I wanted action. I needed a tiny slice of hope.

She kept working, but I knew her thoughts. Her lips pursed tight like her beliefs, she knew I wanted answers. Answers she could not give.

Just yesterday I watched the strong, feisty women at this same table making posters to use their voices to speak out against the hatred, the bitterness, the violence. 

Finally, she turned, “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

Prosery Challenge

The inspiration for this post came from dVerse — Prosery — Finding Ms. Zora Neale Hurston by Lisa. The challenge limited the prose to 144 words and the use of the quotation from Zora Neale Hurston.

Learn more about Zora Neale Hurston’s influence and the historical context of her work in this PBS feature.

black and white portrait of Zora Neale Hurston, 1938, wearing black hat, dark belted dress and looking toward the left

“No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”
—Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

I dedicate these thoughts to the many women across the world who gather together to make a difference. Without a doubt, many do weep, but they remain steadfast in their resolve and courage. Zora Neale Hurston was one of those women.

And always—

Be kind. Be brave. Be you.

Feature image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Photograph of Zora Neale Hurston by Carl Van Vechten, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons