your vision, your voice
four incandescent bulbs
strung from the tree canopy
provided the only light needed
to see our bubble bordered by a fence:
too high to look over
but not high enough to block the sounds.
time spent watching the bulbs
sway in the wind
shiver in the snow
sing in the rain
passed…
four became three as one filament,
a delicate filament strung perfectly
and wound carefully,
burst into sparks
with one brittle touch
as one does in these times
As I write my C’s
As I write my A’s
As I write my creativity for the day,
I let my mind go
I don’t make a fuss
I’ve discovered I love writing so much.
For when I write,
I’m free to explore!
And I’ll write
Until my hand can write no more!
One wave
“Are women maybe human beings?”
The right to vote
Susan B. Anthony and Ida B. Wells
Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Seneca Falls
1920, 19th amendment
Two waves
The Feminine Mystique
Equal Pay Act
Jane Roe won her case in 1973
Credit cards and mortgages
The problem that has no name
Three waves
27 women in Congress
Riot Grrrl Manifesto
Punk rockers fighting against sexual harassment
Bikini Kill, Bratmobile, Breeders
Bragging, screaming
They want revolution
So do I
Four waves
#MeToo
Intersectionality
Equity? Equality? Both
Gen Z knows what’s up
I dress how I want
10 Ways to Make Sure You’re Safe in an Über
Emma Watson, The Squad
Speak up, speak out
Out of the darkness, I rise.
I am hope.
Out of the evil, I rise.
I am hope.
Singing my song, sweet as nectar to the ear, I fly to you
on silent wings with streaks of white and gold.
I glimmer like the northern lights on a cloudless night.
I touch your heart and give you peace.
For even in times of despair, I am hope.