Dear Sisters Of Mine Poem by Tracey K. Warmack

Dear Sisters of Mine
By Tracey Warmack


Dear Sisters of Mine,
You are precious in Gods eyes,
You are vital to the entire world,
Though misunderstood by many...
You, my sweet... are loved.

Don't you know the reason others find you so complex is merely because they are not yet able to grasp the knowledge of all you represent?

Like the seasons of our precious womanhood, with similarity in the times of our changes. No two seasons are exactly the same.

You are the gentle sweetness in the breath of spring,
You are the fierce heat of summer,
You love, are the many colors of fall and,
Your loving warmth gets us through the winter,

You, my sister, are the garden. It is within your fruitful womb that God allows seed to grow. You carry an unseen shield of strength.

It is upon your breasts the world feeds to live,
Upon your shoulders that they cry,
They try to reproduce images from within your loins,
And it is in your arms they long to die,
My beautiful sister... looks at your mothers,
If their shoulders look worn and their bodies look torn,
If their hands and knees are scarred and their facial expression looks hard,
It's not because they were weak,
It's because they are still strong,
The sweetest portion of a woman is not the kiss upon her lips,
It's neither the size nor the sway in her hips,
The sweetest portion of her to share is her loving spirit that is pure and rare,

Sisters, when you meet another sister, always know,
You are kindred spirits so love her and encourage her to grow,
Don't knock her cause of where she's been put,
Don't deny her because she got fresher looks,
Don't put her down if she hasn't or can't read your books,
And please don't hate her because she loves a crook,
Don't belittle your sisters, who don't have a tan,
Don't boast in her face cause she ain't got a man,
Don't tell her she's useless because she don't cook with pots & pans,
And don't think I'm not your sister too... cuz I am.

Sisters, there would be no place for others, if there was no you,
Don't forget you built many doors,
So don't be afraid to walk thru,
Don't think because they call you a penny you're not worth one red cent,
Cause the dime in EVERY dollar cause of all the time and effort spent,

Dear sweet sisters of mine,
Don't you know the reason others find you so complex is because they are not yet able to grasp the knowledge of all you represent?
You are a child of God, and you and so very precious in his eyes. You are vital to all existence and too all the world. Though misunderstood by many.

You, my sweet...
Are loved.