With her palm upon her breast,
she repeats
an evident mantra from her soul:
I am blessed
I am blessed
I am blessed, with life.
By the hour of the spirits in the orchard,
We are blessed.
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Bless'd be our dear women,
may our howls be heard -
no more to be shunned; unappreciated; undervalued.
May our men be awakened
by our roars,
hear our roar -
'we want more, we want more, we want
more than this!'
To be heard, we must make a stand,
we must come together,
and we must
join hands.
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