We Matter Too (ON HOLD)
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Title: We matter too
Subtitle: A message to all women.
"You have rights," they said. "You're special," they said. "You are needed," they said. "You are appreciated," they said.
They lied.
Which is why we need to stand up for ourselves. Each and everyone of us has a voice let's use 'em!
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