So many women altogether honored
Saints for us, with all their prejudices
All their imperfections still there
They don't disappear with good works
Each made a dent in something 
Which didn't work, inequality 
They battled it and are remembered
Because of the good they tried to do
Not perfectly, not widely, not with change
But in the first steps of sacrifice
Calling attention where there was none
So people might listen to the wisdom
Directing us to see all as Gods children
Even the ones we would like to ignore