For my Sistahs

Your strength inspires but you are not required
to carry us.
We know you through unspoken tears...

Cry mother cry, silent daughter, amber child…
You are worthy of our ears.
Suffering blinds your legacy.
Martyrdom speaks no gift to pride.
Torture breeds pain to resistance.
Persecution feeds anger to death.
Unveil these eyes, let us bathe in tears
In facts we find strength.
Through loneliness relate,
Cry, sister cry, you needn’t stand stout
You are worthy of our ears.