"My Sisters," A Poetry Post

Every time I feel frustrated by life's situations,
I remember that my sisters
in Africa
have had to wash their
dishes and their
clothes in the river...
and walk for days to get to church...
and walk for hours to get to school...
and had to survive the intrusions of militias...
and the political mismanagement of
various despots.

My sisters,
I can hold up my head
knowing how you have
carried weighed down
baskets and buckets
on your heads with
perfect posture.

My sisters,
I am aware of the lush life
I am afforded
by birth.

And yet,
I am aware of the
rich lineage
from which I come.

-T. D. James-Moss