You go girl. Chin up. Face the mirror, your womanhood, your worth. Run like a girl. Ties that bind you now are of your own making. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? The wicked witch is dead. No more poison apples. Live out loud. Unleash your words on the screen. Make them scream for all the times you kept quiet.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
beats being quiet anytime,grat poem Anne.
you spoke for many
women everywhere!!
Faye