Part Three: The Question, Again.

So, what is empowerment? I am still figuring it out. But when I think about the image of empowerment in my head right now, it is this:

a young girl’s tiny thin arm lifted against the blue-white sky, holding the shiny pot, water slicing through the warm air to plaster a young girl’s hair against her head, as the sounds of her delight mingle with her mother’s hesitant murmured replies of no, I don’t know, no, I don’t know, no, why will I know that, no no no no and no.

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