Oh my mother,
I wish you anger.
Anger. Storm like anger
Looming in the window sill
That will turn upside down the kitchens
Leaving a moment of a lull.
Oh my daughter,
I wish you rage.
Violent rage
To destroy, to topple all
Which say
You’re a woman and you
Can’t do this, that and all!
I wish you,
Oh women,
A savage fury
To throw all the
Dos and don’ts
Under a ravaging bus.
And begin from the beginning
All-new, all equal.
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