Little sister
I see you even if you have yet to see
Even if you mask yourself in fragments of
untruths of you
Even when you cloak yourself because
Somewhere, sometime, someone has made
you feel that to hide is safer than to
shine as you were meant to do

Little sister
I wish I could speak into your mind
sacred words of you so loudly that they
are like the Thunderbirds when they come
to visit and wash everything away
I wish to make you a crown of sage to
show to all that rest their eyes on you,
that you are made of medicine and of

Little sister
I will sing songs to you until your voice
remembers it was meant to dance
I will pray into being all that is needed to
remind you that you are where beauty and
strength come together to embrace
I will dance medicine into the path that
we walk on so that it is again safe for you

Little sister
I see you

In the spirit of sisterhood,
Tasha Spillett