In the true tradition of sisterhood,
on the stairway to heaven,
we made our pact.
Our fears aside.
We would be.
And so we are.
We cut ourselves so we could be brave.
And our bravery is now a testament.
Dear sister warriors,
let us battle with fierceness, strength, and grace.
Let us dance in the sun.
Let us be hugged by grandfather tree,
and kissed by mother earth.
Let our eyes burn with the passion of life.
And let us hold on to what is dear:
our sister.
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