sisters
me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you coming from the same place.
me and you be greasing our legs touching up our edges.
me and you be scared of rats be stepping on roaches.
me and you come running high down purdy street one time
and mama laugh and shake her head at me and you. #
me and you got babies got thirty-five got black
let our hair go back
be loving ourselves
be loving ourselves be sisters.
only where you sing, I poet.
sisters by Lucille Clifton
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