I have gone out, a possessed witch,

haunting the black air, braver at night;

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch

over the plain houses, light by light:

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.

- Anne Sexton

Yes, I have been her kind and I have not found a woman yet who has not found herself the possessed witch, the woman misunderstood, the woman, a survivor not afraid to die.

We carry this burden as we always have. We know ourselves and one another. We see what others turn away from, we stand when others kneel, we witness...

We fight and claw and bite so we will not have to kneel.

It is okay.

A woman like that is not a woman quite. At least not as they would understand it...

Yet we know... a woman like that is a woman quite... She is all woman... she is the very definition of...

We capture strength and we hold it steady and strong, we do not bend, we do not break, we do not...

That is what it is to be a woman.

It is okay.

As knowing is the part that binds.

It is the sisterhood.

It is...