I Cannot Keep Track And Lots Of

I Cannot Keep Track And Lots Of Great Shows Go Unnoticed.

Nobody Ever Asks A Man How He Gets Stuff Done. Nobody Asks A Man How He Finds Balance.

Making It Through The Ceiling To The Other Side Was Simply A Matter Of Running On A Path Created By Every Other Woman's Footprints.

You Can't Tell Stories And Really Walk In Someone's Shoes And Not Have A Love For Them, Even If They're Doing Horrible Things.

This Moment Right Here, Me Standing Up Here All Brown With My Boobs And My Thursday Night Of Network Television Full Of Women Of Color, Competitive Women, Strong Women, Women Who Own Their Bodies And Whose Lives Revolve Around Their Work Instead Of Their Men, Women Who Are Big Dogs, That Could Only Be Happening Right Now.