Blackbird
The time has come.
A flame long lit rises higher
with each generation.
No longer meek
or following a creed
that dictates second-class status,
this sisterhood, each woman
who walks this earth, grows
with each bridge crossed.
Do not ask me to refute this,
for I can not. Nothing will stop
their search for equality.
Its progress may seem slow,
but a blackbird in the wind
will still choose its course.
This is my response to Wordle 577 at The Sunday Whirl.
blackbird / flame / wind / time / cross / me / woman / meek / seem / creed / search / earth
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A strong and empowering poem, Ken – I love the message!
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🙂 Thank you, Ingrid.
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Gorgeous Ken!
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😀 Thank you, Rob.
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Wonderful to hear from a fellow feminist! Thanks for he support!
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Thank you for reading!
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I hope you’re right Ken. It’s a heavy load right now. (K)
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Yes, especially after Friday’s Supreme Court decision. Thank you, Kerfe.
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Wonderful, perfect metaphor, Ken.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Very well said, Ken. The times they are a changin’
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Indeed. Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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We can all hope for our daughters’ sake.
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Ah, yes.
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A wonderful message and reading, Ken!
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Thank you, Merrill.
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