We are leaning into hope Draping ourselves in faith Holding in tension Who we have been And who we dream of becoming We are leaning into our birthright Our bloodright Our ancestors’ land Our ancestors’ torture Our ancestors’ survival It’s no little thing to see yourself Where you’ve never seen yourself It’s no little thing to look at daughters And say Your grandmother Couldn’t vote Until 1964 couldn’t own A home A bank account A credit card In HER name until 1974 And now in 2024 We will march into voting booths And see ourselves on the ballot For President of the United States
So we are leaning into hope Draping ourselves in faith Doing the thing that fear Anger And hate Tells us not to do We are dreaming Of a more perfect union We are reaching for light In the darkness We are re writing the American Dream
Brown Girl, Brown Girl What do you see I see a President that looks like me
A very well written piece of poetry that makes one think how far women have come, how much they have accomplished but how long the road ahead is and how many obstacles are thrown on our path to equality and the full recognition to be on eye level with those that don't endorse that right.
