I will not be satisfied until I can leave my home
wearing whatever I please
whenever I please
and not be worried about who I may provoke.
I will not be satisfied until I know
that any woman who needs it
will have a choice.
I will not be satisfied until every woman
in every country
on every continent
has the right to vote for whatever her soul desires.
Why is it taking so dreadfully long to quench my thirst for this satisfaction? The satisfaction of equality?