We, of upright posture and pearly teeth,
We, Sisters who carry the weight of the spirits…
We sow, reap,
We keep quiet, speak,
We hurt, weep,
We shrivel, hide, then seek.
We become ill, reflect, don’t eat.
We, brown skinned, black skinned, ivory skinned women,
Magnificent in our makeup, magnanimous in our faith.
We, sisters, who carry the weight of the spirits,
Hear the thunder and know that the rain will later come to soothe and cleanse the filth…
We love the colors of the rainbow
We cook wonderful dishes with just the right amount of spice.
Come to us when we are tired,
Rub our feet when they ache
Armor us with love,
Before the war begins,