The splinters get stuck in our eyes. It hurts when each struggle turns inward and loses its direction. We loose touch with each other we start weaving separate identities. Our quilt bears the patches of diversity and it is fragrant with our many hands. We are women, our quilt is our strength.
Women can change the earth.
Women can change the laws. Women can change their sky. Women can change their lives. Women can change, and create. Women can produce and nurture.