
But I have to say I feel like crying. As a woman this feels like reading the very beginning, the very emergence of women fights to be their own person, to have the right to exist. How do I even begin to express how it feels? Death row convicted women, by men, the actual one who kept trailing over them, making someone their voice, sacrificing till their life to make their body the stairs to freedom. Imagine making something so great being born in a prison, being the mother of change. I just keep crying , it’s so sadly beautiful.
Imma just go ahead and study since everyone and their moms are going on hiatus, that will do some good to my free falling marks