I’m a tribe of all the women
Who walked before me
In warrior paint and high heels
Through rain and disrespect.
I am my sisters, my mothers, my grandmothers
Unrelated by blood
Bound by the sacred feminine.
In this world we’ve built for future generations
I am not paving the streets with gold
But with sweat
In order to teach the ones to come
That without fire there is no ash
And without ash
That without our voices
We are doing a disservice
To the ones who came before us.