What I find magnificent in women is that, whatever time and the world throws at us, we continue to fight, each in our own way for what is good and true. We finish nursing, set our child on our hip and walk back into the fray. We grab the hands of the disabled. We change the diapers of the incontinent. We wipe spittle from the mouths of our grandparents. We hide slaves in our cellars and feed hobos at our back doors. We create sanctuary cities. We resist the rending of our families. We plant gardens in the inner cities. We ladle soup in food kitchens. We are of every color, height and weight. Our worth is not how we look but who we are. We hold the world together.
We are taken for granted in the same way as air. Without us, there would be no “we”. Men fear and adore us. They shame and worship us.
Politicians come and go. Wars are fought. Slowly, ever so slowly, we insist on progress – emancipation, the vote, unions, still no equal pay, still fighting to retain what’s been won.

Each day we hoist our children to our hips and set out again – we are the vibrant, beating heart of the world.

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