Women of Granite… Like ancient stones We have directed Destiny’s course. Silently stoically Standing firmly We have founded and formed Every executive Each executioner Every Senator Each cell mate All owe their identity To our wombs… As we enter This rapid movement With scars of silence We carry grace and wisdom Into the echoing corridors And hurl the earth’s core At the glass ceilings Our ungrateful fetus’s foolishly formed. Lisa Albright Ratnavira 7-15-93