Bad women celebrate themselves.

- Janice Mirikitani

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

- Janice Mirikitani

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…

- Janice Mirikitani

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

- Janice Mirikitani