LETTER TO MY SISTERS

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∞ Anonymous 

My sister, I see you.
I see you, lost in the patriarchy.
Lost at the intersection where race, sex, and class meet
The intersection where your skin color, who you love, and your place in society meet
Lost at the intersection of all that you are
I see you my intersectional sister
Lost in the interdependent system of oppression
My sister I see you, your bronze skin rejected
Rejected, skin that is too strong to love
Rejected by the values of western civilization
I see you my intersectional sister
My sister, I see you, you’re not lost
I see you, you’re hiding
Hiding your trans body, fearful of not passing
Hiding your shame under you dress, ashamed of how you were born
What you were at birth is not what you were meant to be
My sister I see you, queer and not so proud.
Judged for who you love, who loves you.
I see you my intersectional sister.
My sister, I see you, your mouth closed shut
Your words too strong to comprehend
My sister, your anger is not understood
Your anger has been formed by years of oppression
Years of silence, generations of silence.
I see your silence and that of your mother.
My sister, be silent no more.
I see you my intersectional sister.
My Chicanx sister, you are seen, and you are loved