We will survive
in spite of everything
by birthing ourselves
as many times as we need.
We are the women who dare
to dream and create
in spite of the eyes
of an empty world
We are the snow angels
flying away before
they can clip our wings.
Lustrous,
our transmutations,
our rich inner lives,
our unbreakable spirit.
We shall create our own meanings
we shall write our own narratives
we will find our voices again
after the countless attempts of others
to reduce us to silence.