he’s made of books and faded love letters
the smell of coffee on a crisp morning and time bending for just a little more light
he’s the way you fold your heart carefully as to catch
his secrets in the creases
she was more sadness and truth
and warmth to a soul with words
i was anger and fierce independence that resurrected your strength
we were closer to the same experiences
living worlds apart
and we were both shy girls
tapping into the other side
drinking from the others well
…voted against women, I hope you face everything you voted for. I hope your traumas follow you everyday and I hope one day your daughters rise against your ignorance….. but by then it may be too late
To the women who fought before me to give me the rights I have today. I’m sorry I couldn’t do enough to maintain even the status quo. To the minority women who fight this ugliness every day and saw a beacon of hope, I’m sorry I couldn’t deliver. And finally, to the women who …