Words by May (The Silent Voice of Woman)

I speak now with burning grief, as though I were the voice of woman, silent for generations... the faint voice that has known nothing but the whisper of obedience and the muttering of obscure rebellion, rising, coming from afar, from the depth of the depths of the black ages, from the farthest of the far reaches of this wondrous creation—coming from the graves, from the seas, from all the elements of life, crying: O man! You have abased me, and so you were abased. Free me, that you may be free.

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