Victorious Women Can!

I’m dancing. I’m prancing.  I’m laughing. I’m here.   I’m happy in light.  A Victorious Woman I am.  I take ownership of myself.  I’m singing.  It may not sound good to you, but it sure ‘nough sounds good to me.  I have a voice. So I sing.

Penelope, my penny-brown poodle, taught me to enjoy my voice.  She sang a strained sound—a strange sound.  It didn’t keep her from jamming.  She knew she could. So she did.  Victorious Women are here. 

We Take Ownership of Ourselves. We dance. We prance.  Age doesn’t matter.  As Victorious Women we know we can. We can!