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Sleep is gonna come. It always does, but so do rememberings. Sometimes they take me places I don’t wanna go. Sometimes they take me places I don’t wanna leave. I never know where I’m going when I climb in this featherbed.
I simply have little use for church dogma and man-made rituals that stifle people through fear and superstition.
Even being four, I wondered who defended us girls. I was too shy back then to ask. Now I know—it’s nobody.
No woman can call herself free who does not own and control her body.
