Poem

Roots

Roots

 

My roots are

Grounded in

Generations of women

Readying the battlefield.

Women who were

Hurt

Abused

And those same women who

Rose and

Grew.

 

My stem supported by

Mothers and

Grandmothers.

The same women who would

Drop anything

To save everything.

By women sitting on the

Sills of closed windows,

And women of the past who

Ran away.

 

My leaves are sheltered by

Strong women who

Fight for their family’s

Name.

By women who put up with

Injustice and prejudice

So their children may

Live a better life than

Them.

By women who throw themselves into

A new world with no

Knowledge of even the

Language or

Culture.

 

My petals are painted by

My grandmother’s delicate paintbrush.

Adjusting pigment and

Adding water.

Diluting the tones

And always making sure the image

Is strong

And understood.

 

Doctors, lawyers,

Activists

And an almost architect.

Painters and nurses and

Engineers and

Stay at home mothers.

All powerful.

All strong.

All helping me

Grow into

What I am meant

To become.

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