Frailty, thy name's no longer woman!
One's destiny no longer is one's gender.
Rebellion has turned into revolution,
The kind that frees, that casts old selves asunder,
Yielding souls that find their selves in no one.
This is a time to try the souls of women,
When time is broken, and one becomes a sculptor,
Old enough to shape one's generation.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.