“What is in a name?”, the great man said.
Yet, even pronouns now pull ahead.
Though, to our own selves we must be true;
Now we must also be seen by you.
Push back’s required to fuel progress.
Firm lines in sand so we don’t regress.
Drag them kicking & screaming from caves.
Though, once in the light, few rant & rave.
Every new frontline is time’s back end.
Yet we keep cheering for change’s wind.
L.B.Stowe 