My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself to the usual lot of women who bow their heads and become concubines.The Warrior Peasant rode the blue elephant goddess and began to amass her army of women with the battle cry of:
- Triệu Thị Trinh (c. 225 - 248 A.D.)
WOMEN, BOW YOUR HEADS NO MORE!
A sentence that may eventually become one of my stories...