If you want to make enemies try to change something. —Woodrow Wilson
Because other suffragists
were too tame
she broke away
and started the National Women’s Party.
Her bedroom was in its headquarters:
her only life and home.
Her only friends
were sister militants.
She’d push herself again and again
until collapse and hospital stays.
She lost all sense of smell after
too many tubes thrust up her nose
as they force-fed her in prison.
Men hardly stood by pleasantly
when she marched for the cause.
She and her cohort
were spat upon and smacked,
beaten to the ground;
as if her foes didn’t see
Paul weighed barely ninety pounds.
She stenciled Woodrow Wilson’s
own words about freedom onto a banner
and went to jail for that, too.
As soon as women won the right to vote
she drafted the first text
of the Equal Rights Amendment.
She lived long enough to see
Congress vote to approve
and died believing
it would soon be the law of the land.
Barbara Elovic has published poems in more than one hundred journals, which include Poetry, the Sonora Review, and the Marlboro Review. Additionally, her work is included in anthologies published by Scribners, Dell, and Columbia University Press. Bright Hill Press published her most recent collection, Other Peoples’s Stories. She served as one of the editors of the well-regarded poetry journal Heliotrope. In midlife she left her career in trade books behind to become a Pilates instructor. She lives in Brooklyn.