A Poem for Women Marching in Washington on a Saturday
it will be the women who lead us, have led us, will keep us, will pick up weapon and quilt, steel and wool, will weather both sun and…
it will be the women who lead us, have led us, will keep us, will pick up weapon and quilt, steel and wool, will weather both sun and sacrifice, to eat sundune for pasture, raising earth out of moon, shedding tears of types beheld by Apollos and Nikes, held together by wombs, ribs, and sky. and so, we shall follow.
they will say things about our people, …
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