it is our voices that will save us
when we, messengers of song,
take flight on ancestral wings
it is our vulnerability that will save us
when we, raw and tender,
wail healing clouds of grief
it is our nakedness that will save us
when our bodies, our perfect bodies,
breathe communion with our skin
it is our strength that will save us
when we, holding space for this pain,
can share in exquisite laughter
sister, sisters, i am here.
A.D. | i am her
