Just a poem.

For every woman who can be named
There are a hundred who speak.
For every hundred who speak
There are a thousand who know.
For every thousand who know
There are ten thousand who do not yet know,
Because their truth lies still deeper
than all those who speak and know and can be named.

And every one of us is needed now.

– Elizabeth Debold

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