I have Sisters of many colors, faiths… cultures.
Daughters I will never meet, just taking first steps, learning to dance and love.
Grandmothers with hard secrets… they never talked about “those things” back then.
Pain that could fill whole Nations.
Love that could overflow oceans.
At the end of the day, and at the end of my days, I don’t care about what I will be remembered for.
I care about what I have done… For those Sisters, Daughters, Mothers.
What matters are the steps that I take, the arms I will break, the world I have no problems re-wilding to make it safe for you.
If I stand before bullets, those doing the firing should worry for THEIR lives while they attack the Womb of Man. Because together we have the power to rebirth EVERYTHING.
And that is why they fear.