I'm Not A Lady, I'm A Hellraiser

I Nursed Men Back To Sanity Who Were Driven To Despair. I Solicited Clothes For The Ragged Children, For The Desperate Mothers. I Laid Out The Dead, The Martyrs Of The Strike.

Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts As Does Steel In Its Cauldron, Ready To Pour Forth, White Hot, In The Fullness Of Time.

I'm Not A Humanitarian, I'ma Hell-raiser.

I Was Born In Revolution.

I Hope To Live Long Enough To Be The Great-grandmother Of All Agitators.