For all the battles won
and wars lost
Over trying to decide on
The shape of the table
Where peace will finally
Lie dying;
For every victory over patronism,
Over predisposed diagnoses of neuroses,
Over enough collective drugs to
Stun the Universe into submission;
Like a recalcitrant mule,
Loved only for its ability
to pull a plow
into forever.
For every time I say “No”
and mean it,
For every time I hear “No”
and do not accept it;
For giving my body back to me;
For the sparks that live,
Winking cats’ eyes
in the chain of womenkind,
a chain of lights,
a spiral chromosome,
an affirmation,
That we are,
and will be,
and have ever been.
Can I hear “Amen!”?
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