Let the anger stir you until it bubbles red hot to the surface.
Give righteous indignation a voice when justice for your sisters isn’t served.
Be mad with a holy rage that crosses blurred lines defined by an era of ignorance.
We are not made to be used. We are not here for his pleasure. We are not a tall glass of water.
Let the indecency of our “I want it so I will have it” culture provoke you to stand up.
Grant fury the right to flame high above complacency for the cause of womanhood.
Today is the day when the thundering cries of victims turn to resounding chants of victory.
We are meant for more than what we we’ve been told we can have.
A good girl does NOT keep quiet when her mother is abused.
A good girl does NOT sit still when her daughter is violated.
A good girl does NOT use her manners when her girlfriend is corrupted.
Forget all the man-made rules. Throw them into the fire to be burned alongside issues of Playboy. Douse them in gasoline and watch every last one of them crinkle, melt, and disintegrate under the white heat.
United, we can trample on the ashes of yesterday’s suffocating restraints.
Together, we can blow on the embers of today’s liberating release.
There is no looking back. There is no going back. There is no turning back.
We must violently blaze ahead gathering the wounded off of the charred ground and into our uninhibited arms, taking notice of the memorials hidden by the overgrowth, flinging propane on the crowds of weeds trying to block our path.
We are fire-starters, flame-throwers, torch-bearers for the ones who have gone before us and the ones who will follow after us.
Now is the time to let the wildfire kept within our hearts grow out of control and freely kindle the collective female voice into a battle cry.