My Sista

Hey sista, my sista so beautifully created,
Goddesses, our God has uniquely painted.

Placed here to populate Earth, as we bare new life within,
We must construct the blueprint for our youth and break the cycle before it begins.

Nurturing our seeds as there maturity grows,
Shining light on what is buried in shadows.

Women engaged for equality, but was that enough?
We were finally evolving, making changes for the better cant be that tough.

Let’s start over, now with our daughters and sons,
Putting an end to them being raised by social media and television.

Telling them often they are queens and kings,
Teach them that through strength from God they can conquer anything.

Its okay to make mistakes and sometimes cry tears of sorrow,
Just keep moving forward, omit regrets of yesterdays and envision hope for tomorrow.

Come on my sista , this may be a trying task, a hard concept to grasp,
But, we can still join the race and not finish last.

The time us now, we must use our strong, unheard voices, so desperately craved,
Showing the world why we are goddesses vitally made.


©️ Courtney Hines