Me too, Dinah,
me too.
If only you could
see us now,
all the great men falling
like the idols of your
great, great grandfather,
egos slain
like the men of Shechem.
If only you could
see us now,
your sisters
taught to make nice,
take care –
shouting,
me too.
No more.
All your sisters trained
to harbor shame
for going out,
claiming space,
craving more.
Because we asked for it
so we deserved it.
If only you could
see us now, Dinah,
our truth
rising up like song.
