Where are you sister?

Where are you sister?
Where is your pride that shines throughout our mother earth?
It was daring and beautiful, like the sunlight cutting through a storm.
Where is your voice that is bold, valiant and strong?
Like buckskin drums beating loudly.
Your spirit no longer dances like butterflies on the gentle breeze.
Has it been shattered?
By men lying with their eyes and with their hearts; loving you with their fists?
You return to that dark shadowed corner,
where your light dims and your fire loses radiance.
Where is your serene smile?
It stayed brilliant like the morning sun peaking over the horizon,
chasing all the darkness away.
Where is your heart?
That use to be tender and pure, filled with passion and wisdom.
It was inspired by our ancestor’s laughs; guided by their visions.
Did he crush it in his callous hands, turning it to dust?
And dear sister, where is your laughter?
That was once joyous like the chimes from a jingle dress dancer,
and vibrant, like the colors embellishing a fancy shawl.
What did he do?
Did he silence you with his judgment?
Choke you with his abhorrence?
Beat you down until you became unrecognizable, a former shell of yourself?
You now stand breathless and alone as the spirits whisper, where are you sister?
Come back to us.

Where are you sister?

MissBoswell

Moorhead, United States

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