and this is for my sisters
who have buried countless
dreams and realities
never given birth to
children and aborted all of their seedlings
buried underground in winter
my sisters
who have walked away from
hope because they had no other choice
the ones who stayed because
they did
settling for less than they
deserved
this is for my sisters
who have put their voices on
the shelf
waiting for someone to speak
in their behalf
because they are not whole
subjecting themselves to
other people’s visions
and demanding nothing in
return
my sisters
who are nameless
faceless
ageless
but not helpless
my sisters
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