Called forth from the dreamers, healers, witches, and women of our bloodline
we are the beginning of a new story.

No longer forced to migrate
between truths too small and stories stuck
in someone else’s stomach.

We are not only her body ache or bitter mouth.
We are dawn. We are light breaking free.

Our dead have always been alive.

And when we pray, we pray whole-heart
into the mantle,

we become our own prayer.