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May the women with whom I share blood speak my name and never find themselves alone.
syla journal • the women who raise us
Poetry Feature / Syla Journal • The Women Who Raise Us
By exploring their multiple identities, roles, and methods of expression, this installment exemplifies the everyday bonding, kinship, and forces of women of color.
I ask that we learn to balm our own wounds watching the hands of our grandmothers as they make music between their wrists and invoke God at their fingertips.
Everyday, I get a little closer to becoming a black girl who found God in herself…