Sisters
So alike in our aspirations
Yet, so far apart in our practicality
Practical for our roles, regardless of expression
Those roles that defy human capability.
How alike is alike
Two prisms colliding as if in a fight
Histories that are not quite parallel
Leaving us either gazing in or out of a cell.
Progress isn’t possible when power defines regression
When our practicality is discerned without flexibility
Our roles define us if we’re tied to an impossible stability
So alike in how those powers see us,
So alike in our alienation.
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“Progress isn’t possible when power defines regression”, is such a beautiful line. This whole poem is quite breathtaking. Great work!
Such a cerebral look at sisterhood!