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.
