My Sister
Oh...my sister...Oh...my sister...
She's a woman...
...hair the many colors of the good earth
Skin...
...so many shades, from shadows to light
She has eyes that shine....
...with the brightness of a setting sun
And a voice...
...that could raise even the meekest to might
Oh...my sister...
Oh...my sister...
She moves...
...like a gentle wave on an ocean
...touching the sands...
A beautiful, Black, regal woman...
...so proud her pride became mine
She's the other...
...part of my soul
She's my mother...
...more precious than gold
She's my lover...
...eternally...
She's my daughter...
...born to be free
She could look at me
but through me
for me and to me
My sister, so Divine
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