We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our Hands

We are not the daughters

Of mother earth, but

Her sisters;

Each morning we rise and

Watch the dawn

Of the new day sparkle

Through our eyelashes,

Streaking the sunrise

Across our hearts;

We are the ones who stand

Beside her and wield our words

Like weapons, who

Bleed pink the way my team did,

Rain mixing with the cheap hair dye

We streaked our braids with to

Honor those we fight for who

Never stop fighting;

We are her younger sisters who

Are always trying to be like her, who

She’ll always see the stars in

The way I saw stars in the eyes

Of the little girl next door,

Just six months old, who

Let my hold her hand, soft and

Pink like the dawn because she,

Too,

Is a beginning who holds the world

Between her palms;

She,

Too,

Is a sister;

We are the ones who hold the world

In our hands, who

Will forever continue to rise, who

Are not the daughters

Of mother Earth, for

We too are the mothers

Of this world.