Sisters, we shall not be bruised
however long this strive may be:
we are architects, building anew
we are tall and arresting structures
rising artwork and free thinkers,
pinning own dreams from
self-made visions;
rather, we do not bend or listen
to the backwardly misinformed
or the people assessing us
when their slurs and taxes
are the only things
messing with forwards.
Today, sisters
we have the same right to life
to rally, bejewelled
alive in bedlam
and climb outside our heads
to bring ‘woman’ back from
the dead.
Discerning our concerns
is learning
to be icons of tenderness
of compassion
and of welcoming the wetness
when our voices pour like rain.