i'm still working on this one...
see how the ocean waves comes in
quietly retells how we come from
and are called back to it
tears remind us of our watery home,
the concoction of salt, mineral, fluid
where our comfort lies
for many, we are the first generation of women
allowed to be completely free
and with access to that freedom
we birth our ancestors, listen to our ancestor voices
moreso, hear our own calling and realize the voice
behind that call is our own
no longer must we mask ourselves for survival
masquerading to fit
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