Hear Me Roar

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Those were the days,

my friend,

when we burst out of 

our polyester pants

and domestic straitjackets,

grew our hair long,

sang "Hit the Road, Jack"

at the top of our lungs,

and realized:

We are People too,

this is not fair.

(He said,

kicking over 

the stack of Ms. magazines 

disdainfully,

"We were all right 

till you started thinking 

you were a Person.")

Those were the years

when

the words of Desiderata,

"You are a child of the universe.

...you have a right to be here"

made me cry,

because I had never

realized that truth

before.

Those were the years

when the women raged

and the men grew silent,

when the status quo buckled,

and the 50's were

 Most Definitely Over.

We felt the "click"

of the Problem That Had No Name,

when The Feminine Mystique

hit our parched throats

like a cool drink in the desert,

like a map made in Braille

for the unsighted.

Those were the years

when the hobbled

burst free and flew,

exhilarating swoops

through a new landscape

  of women,

when

Ms. magazine

liberated me

from my prison,

and I was never

the same again.

Those were the days.

Hear me roar.

Last night I caught Oprah's interview with Gloria Steinem, still so beautiful. It so took me back to the 70's, those years of flinging off the shackles.