Women who dream in the color of brown
And say that its okay to

Women who hold poise in their anger
And say that its okay to

Women who sing songs of revolution
And say that its okay to

Because we say its okay
Because it's what keeps us sane

Sisters are Queens like they are Women
Let your own voice say this to you

Before any man

Because your own words are the only validation of self

Arms linked showing common past and present in each of us
Our stories bind us more than just the color of our skin

Oral histories told in spaces made our own

This grows deeper than us
It is in the roots that cultivated the land
That our ancestors sweated on