Listen, think, speak up. Command form note to self. Not because anyone tells us that we should, but because we are irrepressible. Actual goddam forces of nature. Holy and righteous from screaming birth until again meeting our many mothers, aunties, sisters, daughters at death. With pens and swords, axes, knives, poison, limping and fists. Never doubt that exhausted, hungry, raw throated groups of women can change the world. It’s all that ever has.
Make a name. Be honest. Publish. Rest. Repeat.
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