| Our sisterhood is a vast and powerful ocean,
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| a deep well of true meaning sustaining consistent and conflicting emotions and
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| giving life value,
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| while the constant flow of the tides caress the sides of impassive rock and
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| create the contours of interaction that touch every layer of society.
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| We are free!
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| Free of your necrophilic hatred of life.
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| Free of your all-in-my-head self doubt.
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| Endless is our journey through trackless void,
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| shapeless is our movement,
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| assuming any and all forms,
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| elemental is our force gaining wisdom in the face of desolation,
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| and joyful is the sound of Medusa’s laughter ringing in our ears.
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| Although we have been exploited as passive pawns in the mad dash to domination,
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| not even the heaviest most painful nor the most subtle and gilded manacles will
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| keep us imprisoned in the home or racked with guilt over self realization and
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| self control,
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| neither can we be constrained beneath a glass ceiling in the rat race of your
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| job world.
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| Patriarchy ends here.
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| Wisdom is attained in the face of utter destruction.
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| And the joyful sound of Medusa’s laughter rings in our ears. |