When I, a babe, first learned to speak, prattled words were protest. No, no, no and mine! Up, up, my arms held up, I smiled for myself. Still, some stood, in sky-high buildings, showered me in scorn, made sure I knew, whose nuts were whose, that little girls grow-up to be women.
A very old one, posted in response to my friend @sukhasanasister and her latest. I'll be the blue and you in coral.
Photo Credit: Jelleke Vanooteghem