And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

I am glad to see that men are getting their rights, but I want women to get theirs, and while the water is stirring, I will step into the pool.

Because of them I can now live the dream. I am the seed of the free, and I know it. I intend to bear great fruit.

And ar'n't I a woman?

It is hard for the old slave holding spirit to die. But die it must.

I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.