Blessed is she who rises up while it is yet still dark,
for she has a sense of patience about the world.
Blessed is she who clothes herself in the beauty of strength,
for her life’s work demands such adornment.
Blessed is she who stretches forth her hand to her sister, the poor,
for they are the oppressed of the oppressed.
Blessed is she who makes herself no tapestry coverings,
for her hands weave greater labors of love.
Blessed is she who speaks words of wisdom,
for the world is not waiting to hear.
Give her the fruit of her mind,
for she has dared to envision a better world.
-Shirley B. Wright