She had teeth sharpened to points—
crafted to rip the heart out of racism
and to slit the throat of misogyny.
She carried a passion so fervent
that it set crowds ablaze,
burning down walls of inhibition.
She stood at six foot, with redwood legs—
crafted to take root in the soil she had been buried under,
and to grow strong,
withstanding storms of hate without quaking.
Ain’t she a woman?
