E. Jean Carroll asked, “One of the first things that go when a democracy begins crumbling are women's rights. Women! Are we actually gonna let this go on happening?? Are we gonna stand up? Will we protect our rights over our own bodies in November? Or succumb like dolts?”
In silence, we etch our paths, Defiance against the dark. Whispers once confined, Now rivers, carving stone. Seeds in soul’s earth, mountains scaled, Echoes of our ancestors’ resolve. Beyond guardians, we are Marie Curie's dream, Seekers in the unknown. Art cries in Frida Kahlo's hues, Defying boundaries, a freedom shout. In science's quiet, like Jane Goodall, we commune, Whispering truths, cosmos bound. In power’s halls, we carve spaces, Ruth Bader Ginsburg's justness, a beacon in night. Leadership, with Malala Yousafzai’s light, Illuminates paths, promising dawn. Strength on fields, Serena Williams' fierce echo, Beyond victory, resilience speaks. Our spirit, in Coretta Scott King's mold, unites, A beacon in adversity. Our journey, shadowed, yet like Harriet Tubman, relentless. Obstacles met with Rosa Parks' dignity, ascend. In adversity, unity, our strength declared. Celebrate, each day, Victories, struggles, our essence woven. Voices, deep with Maya Angelou's wisdom, Echo through time, a legacy enduring. Her fight for right, steadfast, bold, A tale of courage, truthfully told. With Gwen Ifill’s guidance, we navigate, The complex weave of law and fate. This quietude of pride, Our odyssey, an unyielding shared dream. Resilience shines, A chorus of mettle, history's fabric woven. In whispered tales and bold ink strokes, Margaret Atwood, her spirit evokes. A fearless flight, words unchained. Tales inspired by Mae Jemison’s spirit, Progress charted, horizons vast. Sharing our heritage, carving our place, A mosaic, triumphs shared. In introspection, honoring the brave— E. Jean Carroll, resolve's steady beacon; Roberta Kaplan, her warriors, Justice's crusade, guiding light. Bravery, inner strength reminder, Standing tall, fortitude claimed. Our quest persists, Every woman's essence revered, eternally free. Nancy Pelosi’s voice in corridors echoes, Power wielded, wisdom sewn. Mary Trump, truth unveiled, Hallmark of valor, unwavering tone. Women! We are heartstrong. We never give up, never surrender. We are battleborn.
We are all the Women’s March! Following Kamala Harris with our pink hats on! Yes we can!
Injustice for some means injustice for all.