“They were women then
My mom’s generation
Husky of voice- stout of
Step
With fists as well as
Hands
How they battered down
Doors
And ironed
Starched white
Shirts
How they led
Armies
Head ragged generals
Across mined
Fields
Booby – trapped
Ditches
To discover books
Desks
A place for us
How they knew what we
Must know
Without knowing a page
Of it
Themselves.”
~ Alice Walker ~
