From her Revolutionary Letters:
#29
beware of thosewho say we are the beautiful loserswho stand in their long hair and wait to be punishedwho weep on beaches for our isolationwe are not alone: we have brothers in all the hillswe have sisters in the jungles and in the ozarkswe even have brothers on the frozen tundrathey sit by their fires, they sing, they gather arms,they multiply: they will reclaim the earthnowhere we can go but they are waiting for usno exile where we will not hear welcome home'goodmorning brother, let me work with yougoodmorning sister, let mefight by your side'
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