I am an amazon. No, not the make-believe sort.
I'm the kind that will march and fight. I can break a copper's grip and bloody his nose. And I have.
Each morning we parade as our leaders' guardians, raising havoc.
Then we have tea.
Enduring another "Deeds Not Words" lecture, I watch for Clarissa to flick her eyes to the stairs.
Up there, on the jujitsu mats, we spar naked, hair undressed, seeking the others submission.
It always ends a draw, with our mouths between each others legs, consummating our dedication.
All in the name of women's rights.
I swear.