I see you, as well as one can see From across the divide I listen to your stories, I hear your cries — echoing A time when our mothers and grandmothers danced The metronome of their hearts synchronized to the same music but subjected to different tides Daughters of a revolution, fighting off colonial ties Inspired to give birth on your land, seeded for crops Breaking waters so that generations may carry on Everlasting life, your promises no longer whispered but roaring in, crashing against this hull A ship that was only meant to keep you in, lost at sea Forgetting whose womb it was they first sailed in Not asking directions, but directing them Starlets hushed and covered up, ever growing darker In a well-lit land, they say the east is where the sun rises Yet it always seems stuck in the middle of it, drying up Thirsty and hungry, calling this resilience 'hardy' You withstand all of which we do not understand I find ...