I will not be satisfied  until I can leave my home

wearing whatever I please

whenever I please

and not be worried about who I may provoke. 


I will not be satisfied until I know

that any woman who needs it

will have a choice.


I will not be satisfied until every woman

in every country

on every continent

has the right to vote for whatever her soul desires.


Why is it taking so dreadfully long to quench my thirst for this satisfaction? The satisfaction of equality?


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