a long leering stair,
muscles made from earth,
an arrow, a bow
an aim straight and narrow,
a leader condemned
to a crown,
a roar cry
that bends the air.
walk strong, walk honored.
a rebellion in the wake.
take their purpose,
let them speak,
a wound upon
my shoulder.
deep rivers of red
a broken cry
demanding all I am,
a bloody arm to cease
the battle.
Their day complete,
Equality met.
And I prove my point.
It’s never-ending
a woman’s cry
another obsolete defeat.
I fought for the cause,
And now,
marriage and dishes.
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