she wore black

to honor the memory

of the women who had fallen

at the hands of men

those who knew her said her soul

was as black as her Harley

but the truth was

she had seen reality

looked at it with eyes open wide

and she knew

that the only way women

could survive

was to strike first

and never look back

she wore black

for a reason

to remind others

of what was being taken from them

Photo:  Sinitta Leunen, Pexels

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I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life