Pledge to the Rebel Women Rising

I pledge allegiance to the women who came before me — to the defiant, wild women, untamed and unmuted;

to the rebels and revolutionaries who laid the foundations of my becoming.

I pledge allegiance to the mothers, martyrs, and grandmothers who fight on; to the first deliverers, the alchemists of exodus and justice extreme; to the keepers of wisdom and the guardians of thresholds, seasons, and sacred time.

I pledge allegiance to the first altars — the womb, the womb wisdom — to the women whose prayers and rites have conjured worlds, whose winds of change carry liberation songs and freedom ripening.

I pledge allegiance to the revolution brewing in my bones, to the bloody peace written across the sky, and to the ground beneath my feet — may it never yield to usurpers nor violence.

I pledge allegiance to the warrior within me and the horizon before me, to the Ace of Spades and the returning requiem, and to the symphonies of remembrance and the art of becoming.

PRAISE THE BECOMING.

For the remembrance.

For the becoming.

For the freedom we seek.

For the gone girls and the lost girls, finding god within themselves. For the lost time and the deafening silence of concealed growth. For the crackling fire of exiled mothers whispering, "Let our daughters go."

For the defenders, activists, advocates, and dissidents — women who know what it means to be nobody's darling and still take a stand.

For the rise of women, stronger and fiercer than the abyss that tried to consume them. For grandmothers' quiet power, gentle spirits, and whispered prayers echoing in every room I enter, for those who refuse to be silenced, who fought to open the rivers of freedom.

For the alchemical historians and storytellers weaving new realities — conjuring remembrance, invoking justice, moving worlds.

I pledge allegiance to the written word, to the women who echo my mother's wisdom.

I pledge allegiance to the knowledge that they may not search for us, may misunderstand souls with good intentions, and may marginalise, misdiagnose, and misplace us.

I pledge allegiance to Judges 12 and to our own hands working out our salvation when help eludes us.

PRAISE THE BECOMING.

PRAISE THE REMEMBRANCE.

PRAY FOR THE FREEDOM WE SEEK!

I pledge allegiance to the revolutionary women rising.

— Faith Mashevedze