The kind of roar which gives you chills.
The bigness that propels me forward.
A voice I seldom exhale.
I remember a self defense class in high school. The exercise was to use “No” powerfully as your classmates stalked you into a wall.
I laughed uncomfortable, jesting a “no” until my back was pressed against the wall
—from deep within:
“NO!”
Everyone immediately stopped. Shocked. The instructor. Everyone.
It was a command.
That voice meant business and snapped to attention.
THAT voice, I see needed now.
A voice who speaks Truth. Who shares. Who makes connection.
Feminine Leadership needs a voice. One who speaks for the pack.
A roar.
For change. For love. For justice.
