Mothers, hold your daughters close tonight. Watch them sleep, and imagine the world you are about to build for them.

Sisters, scream your rage into the wind, and then put on your war paint. Tomorrow, we rise.

We are done with waiting and hoping.
We are done with watching what men will do.

We are the ones who have the gift of vision.
We are the healers and the nurturers.

We are the ones who bring new life into the world.
We are the ones who can fix this.

It's time to rise up, women of America.
We have work to do.