I hear you sister

I hear you sister
Your pain is mine
It’s not heavy
I’ve been there since childhood

You don’t have to heal
Not comforted
Not solved

You don’t need help.
You need to be heard.

I hear you sister

You open doors that have been closed too long
Smell the musty, forgotten, unseen
Your tears wash my hand

Your cry opens my heart
For What was kept locked up
In cleverness

You don’t need to be comforted.
You need to be heard.

I hear you sister

Your obvious strength is mine
Your bluntness needs no pity
Your wound is too healthy to heal

I borrow your self-evident and remember
When I was so unharmed
You live in my body

You don’t have to handle yourself.
You need to be heard.

I hear you sister

Your joy is the greatest
Just like mine!
Your body flashes of desire

Your Glow is our pride
Your pleasure is shaking my body
You love your abode

You don’t have to be reassured.
You need to be heard.

I hear you sister

Your time is come
You’ve done your work.
The kids are snutna

You share your wisdom
You open your port
You charge for your work

You don’t need to be congratulated.
You need to be heard.

Voices in the circle
Breeds the mother
Who can keep us all

Welcome home.

Kristina Turner Urban Goddess 2018

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