As I find my voice, all of the women in my lineage speak to me, reminding me of just how far we've come. I hear their whispers in the wind, things they've longed to say, yet always held their tongues. Their energies swirl within me, echoing through my bones. I blow into the hollowness, and I know I'm not alone. They share long-forgotten stories of what they would've done. They wished they had more options and weren't bound by anyone. They were told what was proper and weren't allowed to sway. They were often tied in knots inside as they made it through each day. I'm so grateful for what they've taught me and gifted me along the way; every single one of them has a voice in me today.
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