Our Foremothers, You and I See the Same Sky

We knew the day would come 

When we sought the counsel

Wisdom, guidance and aegis of our foremothers

Summoning those fierce spirits that epitomise resilience 

Conjuring the passion in which they lived, loved and flourished

Against a backdrop of constant sieges

that wage battles on their bodies, mind and souls.

Our foremothers never relented, or relinquishied themselves

In their torn, broken battered bodies hid the spark of their true selves

They chanted their names under their breath

And under the choke of feet on their necks

To remember,

To always remember

Their names and where they came from.

Our foremothers used their last breath to exhale life 

And the profoundness of all our ancestors

And all their hopes and dreams into you and me 

that one day our lives may be free

of pain

of bondage

of our trauma

to love 

to be loved

to be our true selves

to remember our names

to recognise where we came from.

One day our foremothers, you and I

Will look up upon the stars, sun, moon

And all see the same sky, and how it connects us

Across time, space and everything in-between…