Her own jar.
Each button threads a freedom.
This wooden one, a safe roof.
With this, she votes
with that, she goes to school
with that, she owns her home.
With the pearl one, she loves
the mirror and her healthy
strong body. Free to dress
as she sees fit. Free to undress
with whom she wishes.
With this, she has meaningful work
and her own good money.
With the red button, she drives.
With the purple, she travels.
She dances, she sings, she cooks
perhaps only for herself.
Free to say Yes.
Free to say No.
Free to see all the buttons.
Free to take such a jar.
Free to pass such a gift on.
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