Poem: “older sister lady”

older sister lady

 

we wake with

breathe, safe,

coddled in your arms,

long;

you haven’t slept a

wink in

search for help,

our help, our need

never yours

never your need you

beckon the bullet to your

head before ours your

bones broken before our

praise before your

shield, cracked, always in

repair; your diamond blade, that purple

glint blinding in swipes, fluid, forging

paths and killing

wolves. lead fearless with brown horse’s mane,

wild, its dance electric

the music

your pulse our beat your

step we step on

cracks no superstition just

scars, your scars, on your heart, just scratches on

ours, our

lady Christ keeps

her flock.

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