I am iron butterfly ... / I am she/we / of flesh / and iron / and silk wings, / healing, flying / into a gentle blue sky..

I found that my wounds begin to heal when the voices of those endangered by silence are given power. The silence of hopelessness, of despair buried i….

We were made to believe / our faces betrayed us. / Our bodies were loud / with yellow / screaming flesh / needing to be silenced / behind barbed wire..

Bad women celebrate themselves..