Resonating echoing the lonely lonely pain Twisted memories over and over again Turned into blame Turned into shame Tossing turning It must be me It hasn’t happened once, not twice, not three times Something must be wrong with me
Sister, oh sister, let me tell you
You Are the treasure of Creation You Are the Beginning.
Your walk, your hair, your breath, your word, your every thought uttered in your deepest of Being in the heart that beats and the Womb that breathes.
It is real.
oh yes, You.
I never used to believe it either. And you know, it just took that one. The one that took me all the way rock bottom pit of darkness darkness so dark there was no light I could perceive at the end of that long long tunnel I had always known a tunnel each man who helped his hand took me one notch further down
the bottomless pit an echo chamber of repetition of the desecration of My Sacred Essence Stolen taken eaten beaten again and again and again all my Light shattered in a million pieces and it takes every ounce of everything I’ve got to bring it back together as One until
know what is Real in me
It is not your fault , sister, oh sister ~ your sisters your friends your mothers your aunts your grandmothers your cousins your uncles your teachers your brothers your work your school your home your garden your street your park, your dance. the silence so intense The training mostly an understanding “This is the way it is. We have all known it, it is just what we do”
Me too Me too Me too
Blood in my veins freeze I cannot even scream I cannot even turn, only against myself
The lonely lonely pain.
Succumbing to the self-infliction the self-depravation self-neglect self-sacrifice just one more If I can just make it one more day
Me too Me too Me too
And the Voice rises And one says me And one says me And one says me
And we say me too And we say no more Millions of Voices Sisters together
We are the Creation We are the Matter We are the existential substance of all that is and no longer do we stay Silent. and together we Are.
Rise Up sisters Rise You are not alone We will all come Home To the Heart of our Love No longer tainted but sustained Holding each other in the Heart of Truth Matriarchal lines holding us Up They have not forgotten For without the Mothers there are no sons Without the Mothers there is no Sun.
Speak up Sisters Speak, May the Brightness of the Sun shine once more You are the Core. I will love you until you can. And now we Rise.