When I am no longer profitable as a breeding cow
And my personal power grows and I won’t bow
When my loins only invite the worthy between
And my ecstasy is the only heard screams
Then you’ll know, I’ve always been good enough
You will subjugate your time to my stuff
Stir the cauldron an ancient bower
For now I’ve come into MY power
I rule my body, rule my heart, I set my path on which to start
This is my calling, this is my way
From now until my end of days.
Mare Martell 
I wasn’t sure where, exactly you were going with part 1, but part 2 explains nicely. I feel some of what you are saying in this piece. Having emerged from the “little lady” world of the 50’s; then the turbulent 60’s of women’s lib; being a single mom of 2; then remarrying in the 70’s. I’ve seen a lot, learned a lot, and continue to learn and I am a warrior in perhaps a different battle, but still I am one! Love, Mom
My humanity is bound up with yours, for we can only be human together” Desmond Tutu