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Season of the Woman
The time is coming
One sweeping tide to wipe the shores clean.
A time that will bring back our land,
our languages
our voices
our poems
hidden beneath centuries of lies.
A time that will open our souls
to ourselves,
one giant flower
grown from burnt earth.
The ancestors,
living and gone,
are rising
to remind the world
that us women
have always been
part of nature.
My sisters,
do not let go of that patience
you've been brewing
your whole life,
for our season
is approaching.
— Pavanna Reddy
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