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For all those who died stripped naked, shaved, shorn.



For all those who screamed in pain to the great goddess, only to have their tongues ripped out by the root.



For those who were pricked, racked, broken on the wheel for the sins of their Inquisitors.



For all those whose beauty stirred their torturers to fury and those whose ugliness did the same,



For all those who were neither ugly nor 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 pincers.



For all those midwives, killed merely for the sin of delivering man to 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,



the sacred flesh falling like fruit in the flames,



that death would cleanse them of the sin for which they died-



the sin of being born a woman who is more than the sum of her parts



Anonymous 16th Century