… better harvest for our children? We have to burn these fields, this hard soil. It doesn’t love us. Patriarchy doesn’t even believe we’re human — its fields won’t bear any good fruit. It never has. We’ve been lied to over and over and over and over again. We were told it works, but it fails us all. If we search long enough in our mothers’ gardens we would realize that though the hydrangea blossomed in beautiful hues of periwinkle and fuchsia, the presence of ungroomed, feeble sprouts lay where our fathers stepped. We must stop treading carelessly so we can walk upright alongside one another.