It was for our freedom that she fought
Our suffrage, rights, autonomy
Until her expression was brutally shot
With the bullet of misogyny.
This was not the end, she refused to eat
Force fed raw eggs, her lips tore
And they could harm, and they could beat
This prisoner of our war.
And all her sisters starved as well
In hopes that hunger strike
Would open ears so they could tell
The horrors of our plight.
Thank goodness her words could show them the truth.
I thank you, Alice, from the voting booth.