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© Copyright 2018 by Rabih Ahmed

Sisterhood Part. 2

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

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The original piece I wrote was called "Sistahhood" where I was exploring failed relationships with women throughout the years. This poem speaks to the way things are teleological, all events and instances that occur in our lives have a purpose. Today, I am grateful for the women I can call my sisters. These images represent some the women in my life.

 

 

 

Sisterhood

I know in the past I have searched for you everywhere I went

Now I find it in you
In me
In us
In the way you all hold me up
To the way you pick up every call
And I wipe every tear

 

You all affirm each emotion
From the ringing caused by the sound of "sis"
Sis,

Yall were the women
that never made it to my home

 

Yall were the women
who have been around
This whole time
And it was unfortunate that I needed to lose
Over and over again

Lose sisters like I was unloveable
Like I was undeserving of the love I gave
Put on silent trials
Without a judge

If you are my sister
I am your keeper
And we hold the key to this gate

Sisters
Yall teach me quality over quantity
That this is not a game of "Go Fish"
Where you pick me up and just because I don't fit with the rest of your hand
You overturn me into the pile

I am enough
Now, I know I am worthy
Of sisterhood
Of shared affinity and trust

It was a pity I could not see passed
The pitiful clouds maliciously put in my way
That pocketed my light
My growth
My right to shine the divine light God gave me

But now I can clearly see the women
I am deserving of
And are deserving of me

Sis, I can't wait to see us win
Our bodies radiate in that collective gold
Bodies hugged together in sisterly solidarity
Slaying individually
But collectively dismantling
Any dragon in our way
To keep us caged up in solitude
Away from what is ours

To my sisters
The sisters my parents could not give me
The bloodless sisters God gave me
Connected by the roots of this earth
Teaching me how to love again
To stop searching
Forget about the women who have hurt me
And be grateful for the pain
That bloomed past the concrete
Into flowers
Into the women I know now as my
Sisters...
 

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