ONE
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I'm Jean. She's Jan.

I'm yin. She's yang.

I'm lesbian. She's not.

One kiss. She's hot.

Two women. Seventies era.

We burn. Our bras.
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TWO
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There's joy. There's fun.

There's season. There's sun.

We sing. We write.

We bring, out light.

Play guitar. Play gigs.

Money's tight. Creativity's amiss.
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THREE
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Night clubs. Gay bars.

Folk music. Disco bars.

Small tips. No tips.

Just lick. My nips.

We sing. You pay.

You don't. Go away.
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FOUR
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Life's hard. Life's sh*t.

For women. Forget it.

Move on. Work hard.

Don't need. No men.

Just us. Not lust.

But love. To last.
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FIVE
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We're human. We're women.

No “man.” We're womyn.

We're strong. In spirit.

In bodies. Name it.

Law sucks. Lesbian rights.

Gay rights. Human rights.
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SIX
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Years passed. No progress.

We're taxpayers. Not evaders.

We're citizens. Law abiding.

Our treatment, it's undermining.

No difference. When meditating.

Our style, calm abiding.
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SEVEN
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Several jobs. Different shifts.

Screw this. Paradigm shift.

Soul searching. Spirit moving.

Humanity's calling. Luck's improving.

Record deal. Records pressed.

Records first. CDs next.
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EIGHT
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Summer concerts. Fall Jams.

Winter Festivals. Autumn bands.

Morning shows. Noon talks.

Evening news. Late nights.

Barbara Walters. Kathie Lee.

Katie Couric. Oprah Winfrey.
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NINE
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AIDS era. Our brothers.

Our sisters. Slowly dying.

Uncle Sam. Don't forget.

Your citizens. Best assets.

Creativity suffers. Creativity dies.

Creativity forgotten. Creativity rise.
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TEN
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Billboard Chart. Top Ten.

Number one. Now, then.

Women Festivals. Lilith Fair.

Concert's sold-out. Tour again.

On stage. In Miami.

Jan collapsed. Help me.
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ELEVEN
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Oh, no! What's this?

I'm waiting. Like eternity.

Then suddenly, Doctor's out.

His diagnosis. Breast cancer.

It's chronic. That's ironic.

This life. Bad comic.
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TWELVE
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Shows cancelled. Tours stopped.

Contracts breached. F*ck that.

What's important. Not fortunes.

Not fame. Not tunes.

Come, Brigid. Mother Gaia.

O, Sappho. O, Hypatia.
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THIRTEEN
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East spirit. West spirit.

South spirit. North spirit.

White Tara. Green Tara.

Red Tara. Blue Tara.

I'm calling. I'm pleading.

I'm invoking. I'm praying.
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FOURTEEN
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Breast operation. Chemo sessions.

Women's friend. Not radiation.

Hair loss. Head's bald.

Weight loss. Weight lost.

Women's soul. Women's breasts.

Women's courage. Women's blessed.
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FIFTEEN
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My love. My song.

My woman. I long.

Tender kiss. Sweet embrace.

Honey lips. Summer days.

Man's intelligent. Man's superior.

Find cure. For sure.
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SIXTEEN
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When meditating. Pay attention.

Look inward. Do introspection.

Breathing in, absorb energy.

Breathing out, release energy.

Walk slowly. Step lightly.

One day. Fly gladly.
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SEVENTEEN
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Chant mantras, with mala.

Chant Om, Nama Shivaya.

Read books. You miss.

Shakti Gawain. Carolyn Myss.

Alice Walker. Maya Angelou.

And I, love you!
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EIGHTEEN
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Support group, every Monday

Cancer Survivors, every Tuesday

Qigong healing, every Wednesday

Shamanic drumming, every Thursday

Labyrinth walking, on Friday

Vocal Toning. Saturday, Sunday.
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NINETEEN
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Nineties era. One March.

We march. In Capitol.

Million women. Women issues.

Seeking dignity. Not superiority.

Find cure. Human rights.

Equal pay. Equal rights.
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TWENTY
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Pro choice. Pro life.

Our bodies. Our rights.

Stay away. Your laws.

Women discrimination. Your loss.

Sexual harassment. Military rape.

Children's future. At stake.
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TWENTY-ONE
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New millennium. Sounds like…,

New asylum. Feels like…,

Old millennium. Towers' smoke,

Like mushroom. In Iraq,

Men like…, playing Doom.

Katrina's like…, not woman!
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TWENTY-TWO
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Pink ribbons. Red ribbons.

Yellow ribbons. Postal Stamps.

Yellow bands. White bands.

Black bands. Blue bands.

No ribbons. No bands.

Find cure. Live strong.
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TWENTY-THREE
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Still here. Older, wiser.

Sixpence none the richer.

Not desperate. Not lost.

Not housewives. Golden girls.

We're alchemists. We're goddesses.

Not puppets. We're sorceress.
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TWENTY-FOUR
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We birth. We nurture.

Everybody's nature. Woman nature.

Women's Day. Not enough.

Women's Month. Not enough.

Women's Year. Not enough.

Mother's Day. Not enough.
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TWENTY-FIVE
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Senior years. Reality survivors.

Two women. Still together.

No marriage? You say?

Okay, dear. Let's play.

Let's sing…, until eternity.

Our song…, for humanity.
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SONG
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Until hearts, until minds,

Hearts soften. Mind's open.

Hearts mended. Hurts ended.

World's Fair. World's Concert.

Singing songs. In unity.

Of love…, of peace…,
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