We Are Women. We Are A Subject

Hell, I Don't Want To Grow Old At All. I Never Want To Die.

This Is How Psychiatry Has Functioned-as A Kind Of Property Arm Of The Government, Who Can Put You Away If Your Husband Doesn't Like You.

Hostility Is Expressed In A Number Of Ways. One Is Laughter.

I'm Slammed With An Identity That Can No Longer Say A Word; Mute With Responsibility.

We Are Naïve And Moralistic Women. We Are Human Beings. Who Find Politics A Blight Upon The Human Condition. And Do Not Know How One Copes With It Except Through Politics.