This one is for all the women
All the women in me
All the women in the world
All the women in the struggle
Hearts so scarred by love and life they have lost count
Who is counting the wounds?
Not I!
Every one worn with bravery like a badge of honour
I made it through
I survived
I sacrificed
Who is counting the sheroes of this struggle?
Lying on love’s altar as a bizzare sacrifice
Intertwined in a strange sisterhood
This one is for all the women
The ones soaking their hearts in salty tears,
Soothing themselves with Psalms
Laying themselves to sleep with hymns
Praying for some day anytime soon to show up full of the promises they sort, not the lies they believed
You are whole
You are worthy
You are loved
Woman
Ankara & Lattes 