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The Women Before Me


Through the darkest valley

these soldiers do go,

weaving 'round the allies,

through fire and snow.

 

Tired of bullshit

coming from perves,

from misogynists,

from male "leaders."

 

Taking a stand,

Amazons,

showed us we can,

we are strong.

 

Aquired

freedom,

no longer

victim.

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