a love letter to my sisters

To any woman reading this with skin the color of sand, of soil, of the night sky your mother howled as you were born with the voice of a wolf.

I hope you see the sun rises and sets in you, amber and ochre and scarlet shift just underneath your veins of lavender and indigo,

I hope your back is strong to carry the weight I know you will come to bear,

that no matter what flower blooms between your hips, you are a woman just the same.

I hope you remember your lullabies and childhood prayers, you will need them someday.

 

But most of all sister,

I hope you know I love you.

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