by Lynk Era

A Bed of Tears I Weep For Sisters

 

I weep for sisters who are not cis-ters
Who wear makeup with heads held high
Afraid to look strangers in the eye
With that fear always in the back of their mind

I weep for the distant sister who I never really knew
But I relate to
And when we match gazes I can understand why
You chose to stand aside
When you knew there was nothing you could do

I weep for big sisters who take on too much
Who try to be everything to everyone. Who always offer to pay for lunch.
The sisters who try to take on too much responsibility.
To this sister, I say I’m not your burden to bear

I weep for my sisters of a different color, different mother but
Mind and heart aligned.
I cry for every door that will be shut in your face
Because your skin is darker than mine

I weep for the sister whose heart my brother broke, forgive him,
He is slogging off the pain of brothers told to be men.
He is figuring out how to glue himself back together again

I weep for sisters who became mothers,
Victims of brothers who were trained to become men. I
Weep for the life that was stolen from you and lives you stole in turn

I weep for the smallest sisters who will
Never get what they deserve.
Who get the scraps of scraps
And will always have to fight for a turn

I weep for sisters who only accept the love they think they deserve,
I cry as the men who were brothers treat you like dirt.
I cry for the sister you one day might birth

I weep for the sisters to whom I ever did a wrong turn.
The world is not kind to sisters and turns us ignorant of your worth.
I weep for every sister we will not know because this ignorance plagues the earth.

Lynk Era was a Fullerton college student who is now pursuing their Bachelor’s Degree in English at Arizona State University. They spend their days slinging coffee as a barista but have bigger dreams of being a librarian. Their work stems from a love of rare words, mythology, and the mystery of human existence. Still a resident of sunny Southern California, they also spend most days wishing for it to rain. Lynk Era firmly believes the best ideas come from water. They are currently working on their debut poetry collection that has yet to be titled

Lynk Era was a Fullerton college student who is now pursuing their Bachelor’s Degree in English at Arizona State University. They spend their days slinging coffee as a barista but have bigger dreams of being a librarian. Their work stems from a love of rare words, mythology, and the mystery of human existence. Still a resident of sunny Southern California, they also spend most days wishing for it to rain. Lynk Era firmly believes the best ideas come from water. They are currently working on their debut poetry collection that has yet to be titled.

Lynk Era was a Fullerton college student who is now pursuing their Bachelor’s Degree in English at Arizona State University. They spend their days slinging coffee as a barista but have bigger dreams of being a librarian. Their work stems from a love of rare words, mythology, and the mystery of human existence. Still a resident of sunny Southern California, they also spend most days wishing for it to rain. Lynk Era firmly believes the best ideas come from water. They are currently working on their debut poetry collection that has yet to be titled

Lynk Era was a Fullerton college student who is now pursuing their Bachelor’s Degree in English at Arizona State University. They spend their days slinging coffee as a barista but have bigger dreams of being a librarian. Their work stems from a love of rare words, mythology, and the mystery of human existence. Still a resident of sunny Southern California, they also spend most days wishing for it to rain. Lynk Era firmly believes the best ideas come from water. They are currently working on their debut poetry collection that has yet to be titled.