No, we are the women of all women.
Beatniks incarnate.
We are waiting for America to change,
we are still walking.
Give us a book, we’ll read it like a man,
Our opinions speak for themselves.
We don’t rhyme often,
but when we do, take notice.
Because we drink whiskey shots off table tops.
We make your mothers blush.
We’re loud
and we scream:
"Viva La Revolución, baby!" and dance
with one fist in the air.
Because we know that change doesn’t begin with a legislation,
but in us.
Reconstruction isn’t in bombs, but in love.
Not in the straight-backed pews, but on the streets.
We are the breath, the heartbeat of the world.
