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From plucking weeds to heroic deeds

She stands firm and tall

From no degree

To feeling free

She sees the patriarchy fall

But those who gaze too long

Into the belly of the beast

Forget where they belong

Afraid of what they released.

Waves climbing higher Quenching the fire

White feminists claimed it all But without unification, we all fall

Their struggle was real But lighter skin drowned in sin As they suppressed others to rebel Pushing them back into their shell

When the fire fades away

A new generation rises from the ashes of the fray

All sizes, no compromises

Intersectionality is making way

And they will stand with us today


By Jeroen van Wijk


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