for my sistren, a poem

we were magnificence
woman warriors armed with
words piercing souls
healing our own
babes in tow
men in awe
imperfect with
our flaws spewing
necessary vulnerabilities a
revolution in our bosom
nectar sipping goddesses
shat stereotypes spake stories
over rip whiskey and
dangling cigars
sisters in arms
poets, we are.

 

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