Women! Still we rise!

Who else?

We are half the population, and we gave birth to the other half. Come into the power that is already yours. S P E A K with the force of every woman who came before.

We rise for our children — daughters and sons. We rise for our grandchildren. We.keep.rising.

That’s what we do.

You may shoot me with your words

You may cut me with your eyes

You may kill me with your hatefulness

But still, like air, I’ll rise

— Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise”