Because we are free women,
born of free women,
who are born of free women,
back as far as time begins,
we celebrate your freedom.

Because we are wise women,
born of wise women,
who are born of wise women,
we celebrate your wisdom.

Because we are strong women,
born of strong women,
who are born of strong women,
we celebrate your strength.

Because we are magical women,
born of magical women,
who are born of magical women,
we celebrate your magic.

My sisters, we are gathered here to speak your
We are here because we are your daughters
as surely as if you had conceived us, nurtured us,
carried us in your wombs, and then sent us out
      into the world to make our mark
and see what we see, and be what we be, but better,
      truer, deeper
because of the shining example of your own
      incandescent lives.

We are here to speak your names
because we have enough sense to know
that we did not spring full blown from the
      forehead of Zeus,
or arrive on the scene like Topsy, our sister once
      removed, who somehow just growed.
We know that we are walking in footprints made
      deep by the confident strides
of women who parted the air before them like the
      forces of nature that you are.

We are here to speak your names
because you taught us that the search is always for
      the truth
and that when people show us who they are, we
      should believe them.

We are here because you taught us
that sisterspeak can continue to be our native
no matter how many languages we learn as we
      move about as citizens of the world
and of the ever-evolving universe.

We are here to speak your names
because of the way you made for us.
Because of the prayers you prayed for us.
We are the ones you conjured up, hoping we
      would have strength enough,
and discipline enough, and talent enough, and
      nerve enough
to step into the light when it turned in our
      direction, and just smile awhile.

We are the ones you hoped would make you
because all of our hard work
makes all of yours part of something better, truer,
Something that lights the way ahead like a lamp
      unto our feet,
as steady as the unforgettable beat of our collective

We speak your names.
We speak your names.


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