For All Those Who Died......
Stripped naked, shaven, scorn.
For all those who screamed in vain to the great goddess....
Only to have their tongues ripped out by the roots.
For all those who were pricked, racked and broken on the wheel for the sins of their inquisitors.
For all those whose beauty drived their torturers to fury;
And for those whos ugliness did the same.
For all those who were neither ugly or beautiful,
but only women who would not submit.
For all those quick fingers broken in the vice.
For all those soft arms pulled from their sockets.
For all those budding breasts ripped with hot pinchers.
For all those midwifes killed merely for delivering man into an imperfect world.
For all those witch women, My sisters, who breathed freer as the flames took them,
knowing as they shed their female bodies that death alone would cleanse them of the sin of which they died...
The sin of being born a woman who is more then a sum of her parts.
-Anonymous, 16th Century
-nywitch
