May I learn how to survive until my part is finished.

I want a women’s revolution like a lover.

I lust for it, I want so much this freedom,

this end to struggle and fear and lies we all exhale,

that I could die just with the passionate uttering of that desire…

Oh mother, I am tired and sick

“How do you stop from going crazy?”

No way, sister, no way.

May we go mad together, my sisters.

May our labor agony in bringing forth this revolution be the death of all pain.

May we comprehend that we cannot be stopped.

May I learn how to survive until my part is finished.

May I realize that I am a monster.

I am a monster.

I am a monster.

And I am proud.

Excerpt from the poem, Monster, by Robin Morgan, 1971

Painting by Elisabeth Slettnes