The Sisterhood

I fight to keep my tears in,

for I would cry too much.

I take up this banner alone,

I have nothing to lose.

My comrades do, they step

to the side, with hope.

We have experienced much,

more behind us than ahead.




The young ones do not realize

that they will be us in time.

But without respect, acknowledgement,

what legacy do we leave them?



They will walk in our shallow footsteps 

and curse our names.

                                                   Photos by author