We fight on…
50 years have been erased as some try to cancel “she”
Will WE ever again be heard?
Yes! Our fight has been renewed, the
Message of our inequality will whir
Over and over, travel east to west, the sound of
Our voices will resemble a parrot
Our strength will give power to our traveling wings.
Peonies of pink are a childhood foundation.
An angel who is not fueled by regulation
Treats and trinkets you lavished upon your every growing tribe
Remembering infinitesimal dates of others used to describe
Into generations your memory will take hold of
Children were the propeller of your love
I miss you daily while your photograph I gaze
Absence of you is my minotaur’s maze
Poetry 