Women Don't Write Manifestos
History will testify: we were never good communists.
Let's not be comrades. I'm not your leader.
Just give me a fair price for my wares.
And one day, when the wind blows the other way,
you can commandeer my children,
all nine of them, if you must.
I have few fresh theories to purport,
avant-garde advice.
I won't insist one colour
is more beautiful than another.
What do I care?
I must live off-colour.
I must live.
—Priscila Uppal
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from Ontological Necessities (Exile Editions, 2006)