The story of my life
That goes back through generations of women who had their chance here
When their world was revolving around them and the thought of not mattering didn’t exist
Here they are just stored in files, names and dates, trees with branches forgotten
They branch from me
So many women going in all directions
Each one with a story; I was born, I lived, I died.
Their stories never reached paper that I could know their inner workings
Come to me women- I will write for you. Mothers and daughters passing down codes of what it is to be a woman.
They watch with eagerness to see me find their names, say them, give them an existence
Abigail, Alice, Ellen, Alice, Margaret, Hanna, Sarah, Agnes, Charlotte, Sarah, Martha, Lina, Mary, Eliza, Martha, Sarah, Mary, Hannah, Hannah, Sarah
Matilda, Mary Ann, Caroline, Elizath, Bonnie, Emily, Anna, Ann, Martha, Mary, Susanna, Charlotte, Jane, Ann, Barbara, Viola
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