​A CALL TO EVERYONE! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM. My contribution to Women’s Rights is "Love Anthem: We Are All Our Mother's Child." I emailed the Rome, Italy Women's March as the poem was finally born from the pain of reading of the acid attack on Gessica Notaro and the countless brutalities against women across the world. Please post the poem and image on your social media sites and share with Women’s Marches in the USA and Internationally. You may need to copy and paste the poem as if you click share it might be just the image that shows up. Free Download of poster at The Amplifier Foundation at http://theamplifierfoundation.org/. The artist is Jessica Sabogal. Many thanks!     

​Love Anthem:
We Are All Our Mother’s Child

I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out 
I am not some hole to fill

I am not your sexual slave, boy
I am not your possession 
I am not your made up fantasy 
I am a person of my own

Time to stop playing with dolls, boy
Time to stop raising up your fists 
Time to stop your jealous raging
Time to stop throwing acid in my face

I am not your punching bag, boy 
I am not your victim to dominate 
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take

I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out 
I am not some hole to fill

Screaming threats to kill me
Saying you love me so much
I am tired of being frightened
This violence has to end 

I am born from life’s blessing
Without women this world can't survive
How dare you ridicule and victimize me
I deserve to be alive

I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out 
I am not some hole to fill

I am not your punching bag, boy
I am not your victim to dominate 
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take

Time to stop playing with dolls, boy
Time to stop raising up your fists 
Time to stop your jealous raging
Time to stop throwing acid in my face

I am crying for my sisters
I am mourning their vicious end
How I wish I could raise them up 
From the valley of the dead

I just know I have a voice
That has to sing loud and strong 
No longer will I be silenced

Your love is like a killing field 
Women slaughtered and forgotten
Reminders of your brutal hate
 
I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out 
I am not some hole to fill

I am crying for my sisters
I am mourning for their loss
How I wish I could raise them up
From the valley of the dead

I just know I have a voice 
That has to sing loud and strong 
No longer will I be silenced
No longer frightened by my fears

I am not your punching bag, boy
I am not your victim to dominate 
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take

Love is not a killing field 
With women hunted down
I was born from life’s blessing 
We are all our mother’s child 
We are all our mother’s child

Diane Kaufman, MD
Arts Medicine for Health & Healing
January 14, 2017