Mother Daughter Sister Wife
A Strong Woman
Brown and Proud
Fighting the System
Part of the System
Never good enough
Never done
And so tired of the platitudes
My Daughter is young
And my Mother is old
And my Sister is Angry Haven’t we always been Angry
And my Father is ill
And losing his Thoughts
And losing his Way
Even as his Heart Goes On with
All of its Burdens
My Father
Who I learned to Forgive for being the Man the World Made Him
And I learned to Love for being the Man he had Fought so hard to Be
He Loved me from the start but he did not know then how to say
That the Patriarchy Beats Us down keeping us Fighting Battles on so many fronts that we fail to see
The Sea we are swimming in, the Air we breathe, the Enemy that smothers us all
Even those we are Fighting
We cannot see the Kyriarchy for the trees
He did not even know the Words
Not in English
Ni en Español
So we Fight our Mothers Daughters Sisters Wives Brothers Fathers Husbands Selves
And we are Tired. I am tired.
Y mañana seguimos con lo mismo
