Man, don’t call me a hippy!

You see, I just finished a financial proposal.

I’m not your flower child because I have vegetables, fruits, greens, and herbs in my cart… tonight, I am cooking up a feast!

Oh my, that frozen meal looks mighty tasty…but there is no judgment, you do you…

I am wearing bellbottoms; does that make me a gypsy soul? It might, but I am not yours!

Hey, eyes where I can see them, man! Don’t try to figure out who is on my graphic tee…Psst, here is a hint: she was on the Supreme Court, but my voice is not shaking!

I am one of many; hear me roar!

My 5-foot frame stands tall in the platform sandals that I wear with bell bottoms and a graphic tee!

Purposely, I look like someone from a 1969 women’s rights rally.

I am not a hippy

I am not a flower child

I am not a gypsy soul

I am not a fairy or witch… or am I? Ha!

 

Here I am, and I am not going anywhere!

I am here to remind you that when you see me and everyone who looks like me, you better call us by what we are!

I am a woman.  We are WOMAN!

We are mothers, sisters, and aunts! We are they. We are teachers, wives, and students. We are cooks, maids, and CEOs.

We are kindness, we are love, we are smart!

For all that is sacred in this universe —

We are deserving!

We are grandmas, step-moms, And Vice-President. We are world leaders, queens, princesses, and daddy’s little girls!

We are foreigners, lost, found, sad, happy, and anxious!

We are calm! We are restless, alive, and awake!

WE ARE STRONG!

WE ARE WOMAN….

HEAR OUR STEADY VOICES