Running for My Life

Pushing ever harder, sprinting up the hills, trying to sweat out my fury to create space for resolve. 

Every step I recite their names like a mantra: 

Harriet Tubman, Abigail Adams, Emma Gonzalez, Jane Addams, bell hooks, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Dorothy Day, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Clara Lemlich, Gloria  Anzaldua, Elizabeth Blackwell, Dolores Huerta, Sonia Sotomayor, Nellie Bly, Norma “Jane Roe” McCorvey, Margaret Sanger, Elena Kagan, Angela Davis, Amelia Earhart, Grace Lee Boggs, Rachel Carson, Crystal Lee Sutton, Rosa Parks, Gloria Steinem, Billie Holliday, Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, Betty Friedan, Geraldine Ferraro, Maya Angelou, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Sally Ride, Joan Jett, LaDonna Brave Bull Allard, Audre Lorde, Sister Simone Campbell, Heather Boothe, Sandra Day O’Connor, Serena Williams, Nina Simone, Hilary Clinton, Mary Pickford...

And the millions of nameless ones who work the second jobs, escort the clinic patients, get the degrees, put food on the table, raise children who believe in equality, don the pink hats and take to the streets, strike to improve schools, step up and run for office, make the art, pen the stories...  

My great grandmothers who worked in the factories, my mother who became a lawyer, my sister who works to support impoverished children, my cousin who helps those in need, my other cousin who helps us explore the stars, my colleagues who fight for justice.... 

I chant their names as I run, and I run to train to continue their fight.