I have watched you blossom
Between the cracks in this world
On continents where you have been
Forgotten and unloved for centuries,
Even millennia. I remain speechless in
The face of my worship. Women who have
Born the brunt of self-hate and an
Unsustainable masculinity that implodes
Upon itself. Women who have carried
New worlds in their arms despite hunger
And hollow eyes. Women who overcome
In spite of themselves, in spite of
Everyone else. Maybe you are my
Sisters, maybe I can hold your hands
Across these oceans and whisper
Prayers onto these waves so they may
Break the sound of warm pain and
Solitude as they unfurl before you.
In a language you understand, because
You are the tide, the ocean, the moon,
The foundation upon which we
Plant our feet. That which creates
Can never be destroyed.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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