To you who need more wonder than comfort

To you who daily unfold yourselves out of small corners

To you who carry gardens in you hair

To you who smile long after the world has shown you its teeth

To you who wield womanhood as a tool for revolution

To you who wield womanhood as a tool for ecstasy

To you who wield womanhood as a tool for safety

To you who leave; To you who stay

To you who lose the battles but win the war

To you who snarl and growl and stink

To the devoted, the besotted, the forgotten

The fat, the foul, the Lyin’, Cheatin’ Bitches

To you who tend to the soil

To you with tar lungs and yellow livers

To the dying, the dead, and the beautiful

To the cunts, the aspirants and the new entrants

To those womanhood could not protect

To those manhood could not protect

To those the binary could not protect

I see you I see you I see you