Back in the day,
When we were young and
Full of hope,
When women had their places
To dream and plan
A future for their daughters,
Where women could love women
Freely
And not be defined by tv, fashion mags
And porn.
We were so innocent then,
We thought that we
Could fix it all with talk.
30 years,
Still we talk,
Still our lives and sex
And safety stolen from us.
Cis’d and dismissed.
You think I just don't understand, but I don't believe you. 
I feel you, Ali Batts. I was there, too. But don’t give up hope. Remember, THESE will be the good old days for the young women coming along. Maybe thirty years on it will be a better environment. We can dream, can’t we? And keep working.