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Giussepina, Hazel and Shirley
My grandmothers and my mom
You, like me and women before us
Have thought that we’re not quite enough
Giusseppina...
Coffee scented kitchen from the grinder on the wall Warm milk at bedtime
Never smiling, but never angry
Extreme sadness and heavily “Italianed” English
She left all she'd known to come make a home with a man she barely knew.
Hazel...
Walnut vanilla cake and green bean casserole Everything in its place
Always smiling and rarely cranky
Intuitive, gentle and heavily "Bostoned" English
She lived the life of the consummate wife of the consummate family man.
Shirley...
Intoxicating scent of her motherly perfection
Calm in the midst of chaos
An artist, a nurse and my anchor
Warmth and love and beauty and laughter
She raised 5 of us alone, with a man never home, just being a good doctor’s wife.

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Giussepina, Hazel and Shirley
My grandmothers and my mom
You, like me and women before us
Have thought that we’re not quite enough

Bridge

You were told then, and we still hear now that we are the weaker sex
We don’t like our bodies, we’re not quite “enough”.
But how can that possibly be?
Because if you look at it at its most rudimentary level
Aren't we the ones that sustain the lives of our species before they're born?
If our bodies are capable of that, then how can we be the weaker sex?
How can we not cherish our bodies? How can we not cherish ourselves?
How can we not cherish our bodies? How can we not cherish ourselves?

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Giussepina, Hazel and Shirley
My grandmothers and my mom
I wish you knew then, what I have learned now
I wish you knew then, what I now know Repeat and fade