Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

For a moment I started feeling like my eyes might actually tear up, and I questioned what could move me so, it might have been pride. yes pride, that our arguments, our courage might have moved them so
to reclaim, to be courageous, to rebel against prejudice, to make something ours. but moments later I left that little room, probably a room I will never see again, and followed behind exhausted and frustrated women, feeling only guilt and shame

for if we cant all reclaim the word and make it our own... is it a victory at all?