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I don’t know what it means to be a woman,

But I can tell you that there is a different kind

Of power here

And we don’t have to be your mother or your sister

Or your lover

To wield it

Our bodies are not what we can make

Not defined by theory or possibility

But certainty,

We always know who we are because that’s the only way

To live

When there is a different story everyday.

 

I don’t what it means to be a woman,

But I can tell you that there is reckoning here

When was the last time you gave before taking

When was the last time you thought of sacrifice as a practice

Rather than an opportunity

 

I don’t know what it means to be a woman

We are rarely painted true,

Always the first to answer,

Because we speak in questions.

The last to be heard,

But never for a lack of voice.

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