Awaken

Gritted teeth and furrowed brow
Women of my line
Suffused with frustration

Jaw in lock and heart beat down
Sisters we
Huddled in our occupation

Unable, why? Time or place
Whip or will?
Anyway, that time is ended

I will travel tirelessly
Unravelling
Until our wounds are mended

I see us now, I’m not alone
All of us
Our feminine forsaken

Freedom seeking, tensions fleeing
Mothers, daughters
All, awaken