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Lynn Woolsey, Congresswoman (Retired) returned on Monday August 16, 2021 to speak on bold steps for our Nation to take. Click Here for the Show's page.
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Dr. Kim D. Hester Williams returned on Monday July 6, 2020 with Part 3 of Feminism and Black Lives Matter. Click here for the show's page.
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, Dr. Jean Shinoda Bolen
 returned on Monday June 29, 2020 as a guest on Women's Spaces to discuss the  Millionth Circle of women coming together.  Visit the show's page by clicking here.

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Attorney Gloria Allred returned on June 15, 2020  as a guest on Women's Spaces for an interview on the film aka Jane Roe and Women's Rights. Click here for the show's webpage.

I Am Woman, I Am All Women
by Elaine B. Holtz

I am woman, I am all women, 
and I go beyond color, religion, country or political party.
 
I am woman, I am all women 
and in my womb since the beginning of humankind 
I have provided a space for the children of the earth to grow and develop.
 
It has been through my pain that a child is born 
and it is through my body and nurturing
that those born of me have survived.
 
I am woman, I am all women 
and I am tired.
 
I am tired of the polluters who take away from the health of my children, 
my grandchildren and all future generations.
 
I am tired of the warmongers who take away my young children 
who are born pure and innocent 
and turn them into killers -
 
killers who kill their own kind 
and are killed in the name of I do not know what anymore.
 
I am tired of the greed that creates lack for far to many 
and abundance for far to few.
 
I am tired of those who rule continually telling me what is right for my body 
and that they know what is best therefore making choices for me.
 
I am tired of the women who sell their souls 
so they can participate in a mans world, 
one that is full of fear and destruction.
 
I am tired of seeing my off spring in countries close and far away 
destroying all that is needed to sustain the life of all my children -
 
those innocent children who are born free 
only to fall into experiences that create hunger, 
disease created by humankind’s greed.  
A man plants the seed of life deep within me; 
the great mystery takes that seed into my womb 
and creates all that has been created.
 
I am tired of men taking the pleasure in the planting 
while denying all that I have created what it is entitled to.
 
I give birth to human beings, 
not Jews, not Catholics, not Muslims, not Buddhist, 
not black, not white, not yellow or red.
 
I am tired of those divisions 
and I want life to be cherished and valued, 
I want all life on this our Mother Earth to be cherished and valued.
 
My soul gets weary and tired 
and my being becomes angry 
as I think about those huge bellies
and blank stares of children subject to lack. 
Because of greed their needs go unnoticed and are deemed unimportant.
 
Who decided there should be have and have-nots 
when we all belong to and have a stake in our home, our Mother Earth.
 
All goods, all profits come from our Earth 
and I ask all mothers, 
“How can you allow your son or daughter to deprive another mother's sons or daughters of their right as humans,  
as children of this earth, their right to freedom, food, water and shelter?
 
How can you allow your son or daughter 
to kill another mother's sons or daughters in the name of what?”  
I ask women, I ask mothers, 
I ask grandmothers, I ask fathers, 
to tell your children to drop those guns, 
to tell your children to work for love and peace and equality.
 
Tell your children
who are dropping bombs on others mother's children
 to STOP and STOP NOW
 
Oh what it must feel like for a mother to hear the planes overhead 
and watch the silver bullets drop from the sky.
 
Oh what it must have felt like for a mother to see her child die 
because of lack of water, 
begging for help on the bridges of Louisiana during hurricane Katrina.
 
Oh what it must feel like to be a mother 
listening to her children cry for food or water 
and none is there.
 
Oh what it must feel like to be a mother watching her child die 
because there is no treatment, health care or money available.
 
As women we must rally together and see 
there is no them, 
there is no us, 
there are only women and children 
just like us.
 
We are all one in need.
 
I am woman, I am all women
and in my womb a child is created.
                                                         

                      When Johnny Comes Marching Home
                                                           By Elaine B. Holtz

Hello, my dear son, I am so glad you are here.
For you I have waited almost a year,
You are so cute, so pink, and so perfect in every way.
Oh, I am so happy, more than I can ever say.
Soon you will be walking, talking, running, doing a million things.
Multiply all that plus the love you will bring.

Wait my dear one; my thoughts are not clear,
My heart is full of pain, my head racked with fear.
For I look to yesterday’s mothers and their sons --

DEAR GOD _ THEIR SONS ARE ALL CARRYING GUNS….

When Johnny comes marching home again, "Hurrah, hurrah!"
The war will be behind him and so will his youth.
His gun will be behind him, as he wonders if he fought for the truth.

Just yesterday Johnny was a small boy playing with his friends and all their war toys.
“Bang, Bang, I’ll shoot them down dead,” ran through those little boys’ heads.
But they were just pretending, never realizing one day they would be grown men.
Their games would become real, a way of life.
Johnny and his friends would kill for what others deemed right.

On the day Johnny learned Uncle Sam wanted him and wanted him now,
He turned to his parents, to society and cried,

“I want to live, I’m scared to die, I might come back a cripple, why must I go, why?

The entire world was shocked by this sudden outburst,
“What do you mean?” all screamed and cried.
“The very nerve of you, how dare you ask why!”

But I must know, this life I am about to give is mine.

“Look at him, your son how he whines,” came from his father’s lips.

“Son, when I was your age I was proud to fight for the Red, White and Blue, I knew it was something I must do, I had no voice, back then no one had a choice.”

Who did Johnny think he was, anyway, all of a sudden he thinks he has something to say?
Always screaming you want to be free, free to be the way you want to be.

It takes a lot of lives to secure democracy, even though we throw in a little hypocrisy.

What does he know? The army will do him some good.

His father cried, “I can’t stand the way you let your hair grow, always carrying on about how you are never understood, they’ll show you a thing or two, Son, the Army will make a man of you.”

Johnny thought to himself, “Make a man out of me? If being a man means to be able to take orders and kill, being a man, hey it is not for me.

I must be what I must be, I cannot live for you society. Let the ones who want to go, go, and please leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry, if you don’t listen, off to prison you must go.”

“But I live in the United States of America; don’t I have freedom of choice?

When Johnny comes marching home again, "Hurrah! Hurrah!"
The war will be behind him and so will his youth
His gun will be behind him as he wonders if he fought for the truth