Life Is Very Short And What We

And Where The Words Of Women Are Crying To Be Heard, We Must Each Of Us Recognize Our Responsibility To Seek Those Words Out, To Read Them And Share Them And Examine Them In Their Pertinence To Our Lives.

For Within Livin Structures Defined By Profit, By Linear Power, By Institutional Dehumanization, Our Feelings Were Not Meant To Survive. Kept Around As Unavoidable Adjuncts Or Pleasant Pastimes, Our Feelings Were Expected To Kneel To Thought As Women Were Expected To Kneel To Men. But Women Have Survived. As Poets.

We Cannot Settle For The Pretenses Of Connection, Or For The Parodies Of Self-love.

Wherever The Bird With No Feet Flew, She Found Trees With No Limbs.

I Train Myself For Triumph By Knowing It Is Mine No Matter What.