we were born on sawdust and torn tweed
scattered along plains of wheat and weeds
we suckled on old goat's milk and blue scars
etched on bodies of our mothers searching for stars
we grew up suffering through our & their pain
never knowing the joy of freedom & our names
how we fought and grinded with vigor
as we took blows to go through the rigor
we are stronger when our voices are melding
to bring justice & peace, all with a good ending
we now stand humbled but proud women fighters
as we made this, our way, survivors
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - When "we" writes Poetry, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visit.
I must admire how women have managed to break those bonds and I think it is a better world for everyone.... thank you so much
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem of friendship and sisterhood, Grace. These lines stand out for me:
ReplyDelete‘we suckled on old goat's milk and blue scars
etched on bodies of our mothers searching for stars’.
Old friends are the best ones.
your poem is so beautifully figurative Grace and the bonds so magically wrought in these couplets
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poetic tribute to Sisters, the love they have for each other, their connection.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful composition, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWoot, woot! You both rock!
ReplyDeleteStill fighting. A long way to go yet.
ReplyDeletePowerful words
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace.
ReplyDeletewe now stand humbled but proud women fighters
ReplyDeleteas we made this, our way, survivors
Hooray, for all the women fighters, many are often unsung heroines! You described the way they went through beautifully,
Grace!
Hank
So many layers of pain and joy in this bond of sisterhood. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog, Grace
Much💚love
Tough but sweetly fragrant, the love of these sisters.
ReplyDeleteLove the strength in this poem, Grace.
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