the blood of a woman will heal the land it will be felt not by his hand sit with the warriors hear their pains the battles they fought breathe again inhale deeply feel me I am a Warrior Womxn like the Matriarchs before me “astam, api” they whisper and so I do. Bravely Boldly Unapologetically not everyone will answer the call to rise but I do but I did we are the warriors the stories…
We live in a world that tiptoes around the conversations that will make a Black or Brown woman speak with passion, Passion because of colonial entitlement due to racism There, I said it they hate to see us win when we stand for something we believe in when it goes against the grain harvested on lands stolen from previous generations you cannot own the land but yet they’ve claimed it they speak of free countries…
I look in the mirror and I see you there I see your eyes, I see your hair I see the pain, I see the grief I see you bringing the sky down to its knees I see your triumph I see your braids I see the words you want to say I see the truth I see the lies I see the children from another life I see your memory I see your face…