Attend my lays, ye ever honored Nine,
Assist my labors, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.
Our mothers, when asked may speak of us
in terms of our accomplishments.
My daughter is a flower
shedding buds of brown babies.
She holds two diplomas in her fist
as... FEMINISM by Carolyn Rodgers.
