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The Day of The Woman: Monday: March 08: 2021












|| Monday: March 08: 2021 || The Day of the Woman: Only Education Will Set Women and Men Free: Only Educated Humans Will Not Accept Anything Less Than Equality Between Men and Women: For Only Than When They Are at Liberty and Equality They Will Know What Humanity Truly Is: And This Woman Is Half of What Humanity Is: Until Both Halves of the Whole of Humanity Are Liberated Into Liberty and Equality Humanity Shall Forever Remain Disabled Because Half of It The Woman Is Subjugated Makes It Paralysed Or Disabled: Only Education Can Show Both Halves of Humanity the Vital Monumental Foundational and Paramount Necessity to Unite and Fight to Free the Whole of Humanity at Liberty and Equality: Only Universal Education Higher Education and Life-Long Learning Can Truly Empower and Enfranchise All Women and All Men All of Humanity That Unfortunately Can Not and Will Not Happen So Long Capitalism Keeps Education Gated Away: Humanity Both the Woman and the Man Together Must Therefore Rise Towards Humanics Which Shall Liberate All Humanity Into Liberty and Equality For All Times to Seek and Achieve Building-Block Foundational Human Rights For All Humanity of This World That Shall Make It an Enforceable Human Right That Every Person of All Humanity Has a Right to Free Degree Level Education and Life-Long Learning: That Is the Path Not Only to Liberate All Women Into Equality and Liberty But Also All Humanity: Universal Education Higher Education and Life-Long Learning: We Celebrate the Half of Humanity The Woman Today With the Vision That Soon Humanity Shall Become a Unity of Two Equal and Equitable Hemispheres of One Unity of Humanity Made of the Woman and the Man: Together This Humanity Naturale Shall Unfold an Infinity That We Can Not Quite Yet Fathom: That Humanity Being An Invincible Force of Infinite Goodness Unfolding Itself: Humanics Celebrates the Woman of This Earth Because It Is The Woman Who Has Taught Us How to Use Our Hearts: How to Use Our Brains: How to Use Our Wills and How to Use the Pen: It Is The Woman Who Was a Juliet Who Was a Layla Who Was an Isolde: Or Who Was a Mother Teresa Who Was a Sojourner Truth Who Was a Jane Austen Who Was a Charlotte Bronte Who Was a Maria Sklodowska Currie Who Was A Joan of Arc Who Was a Maria Agnesi Who Was a Laura Bassi Who Was a Mary Nightingale Who Was a Mary Jane Seacole Who Was a Hannah Arendt Who Was a Larin Paraske Who Was an Aino Sibelius Who Was the Primal Mother Eve: Dare A Man Dare Any Man to Stand Up to Deny These Truths: I Am the Way I Am Because My Mother Taught Me When I Could Barely Think: You Can Not Do That Work by Force Which Ought to Be Done by Mechanism: My Entire Existence Is the Proof of That Teaching That Shaped Me That Sustains My Existence: In Other Words I Have Become Humanics Because My Mother's One Sentence Has Grown Into a School of Philosophy That Can Be Summarised as a New Branch of Science That Shows the Architectonics, Architectures, Mechanisms, Systems and Processes of How to Get Humanity to Become and Remain Humanity Naturale at Liberty and At Equality Under the Rule of Law in Natural Justice Being Doing and Becoming an Infinity Unfolding Itself on the Path of Eternal Learning Development and Progression: Mayaniverse ||

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Sharon Harriott

Sharon Reading at the VI London Poetry Festival 2017


Poet in Residence at 4th London Poetry Festival 2008 and Featured and Published in Poets' Letter many  times

Sharon Harriott


“When I was five years old my dad brought home an old school desk, one of those ones with a lid that you can lift and store secrets inside. I would keep my collection of scented rubbers; shaped like flowers and giraffes, my pencil cases and rainbow paper and then spend hours scribbling stories with a mild frustration that came from not knowing how to spell the words I wanted to use. I remember my parents angry faces peering around my door when I should have been dreaming..and having my pens confiscated until the next day.   


At school I exasperated my maths and physics teachers, whilst I was the teachers pet in English and Humanities. School reports always bore bold red writing to my parents; “Needs to concentrate more in class. Sharon is easily distracted…”


I write because I’m moved to do it. I’m driven to find the right words to express a concept, or an emotion. I see poetry in meetings, standing on a packed tube and a jarred conversation. I love painting pictures with words, hoping that by the end, a reader may the see the world as I was seeing it at the time."





Sharon Harriot is London born and bred. She studied journalism at University, and started her career on a teen magazine. Now a Film and Events PR Manager, she writes press releases on the latest films and organises entertainers for Fun in the Foyer at major film launches.

Sharon Harriott Reading at The 5th London Poetry Festival 2008



 Sharon rediscovered her love of writing poetry and short stories after University when she took up a couple of creative writing courses. She's posted much of her recent work on EditRed.com, where she's inspired by a whole writing community, and where she's won a couple of poetry competitions! January 2007 saw the launch of her Audiobook Reviews blog Audiogeist. Long car journeys to work meant that instead of listening to the sometimes brain numbing breakfast radio, she could listen to the novels she missed reading on a tube journey. She's also reviewed audiobooks for Poets' Letter Magazine, as well as writing short Blogs on MySpace at  myspace.com/cravingaudio


She now sees poety in everything she does, and spends her free time writing. She's continuously inspired by her favourite website, Editred.com on which she's uploaded much of her work, and has also had work published on a websites including Alors, Et Toi? Hecale and Poetsletter; you can also read her latest audiobook reviews on www.audiogeist.com


Sharon Harriott's Poetic Works

The Old Man

Cars and busses, feet on wet pavement,
Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap.
And you, oblivious to time, you lament
At dark windows, docking your cap.
Dapper old man in your battered suit,
Aiming your lighter toward your fag,
A story set in your own head, you salute
All that is familiar to you; a sad,
Weathered building in Muswell Hill.
Lights green, clutch off, and off,
I launch myself into now, and still
Seeing you, rush from all that was silent.

I Was Scared of You

Your lips stop momentum.
Set nondescript, then twisted;
My gut quickly mimics the movement
Yanking my innards and then freezing them fast.

Your eyes have no depth
And thus, my image skims your surface
How your words blow into my face!
Surge, and flow through my damp eyes.

Now, memory juts jagged,
Impressed on slow blinking lids.
A coma vision for when, again,
I am repulsive and obtuse.

Copyrights @ Sharon Harriott 2007-08

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The Address

Number 00 Fortune Raw, Tooting,
London, SW00 OHL,
United Kingdom,
The Universe

Tree green, dotted with tiny white flowers,
The large roomed imitated a forest glade.
So different to outside, the grey, and the red.
The cars, the shops and the school run.

The bed dominated its vast centre,
Its Barbie pink beckoned comfy nights.
No more bars, only the rumple of PVC.
And no more bruises on elbows and shins.

If I looked right, from the sash window,
I could see the park, and imagine the slides.
Beyond, a hospital chimney spewed soot,
And the leisure centre with D.I.S.C.O at 8pm.

The magic cupboard had a brass-handled door,
I could crouch and hide with Humpty.
Until I realised the dark had crept in,
Then jump the small divide to mum’s.

Copyrights @ Sharon Harriott 2007-08

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