Little Sister

Little sister

I see you even if you have yet to see

yourself

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

Royalty

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