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This poem was first published on 15 December 2014. We are re-presenting it this week as part of our resistance special.
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There are women
who have let truth fill their mouths
like sunrise
Women
who have built homes
in broken wombs
to mend what is lost
They are daughters
of storms
of the burning wind
of a healing they have kept
under their skirts
under their tongues
These are women
who have danced to an ancient pain
of memories passed down
like blood
They made a savior
out of deep love they had
for themselves
for their skin
for their heritage