A Room Full of Sisters by Aqil

(I'm wearing the silver bangles)
A room full of sisters, like jewels in a crown: vanilla, cinnamon, anddark chocolate brown. Now picture yourself in the midst ofthis glory, as I describe the sisters who are part of this story...



They were wearing purple, royal blue,and all shades of red; some had elegant hats on their heads.With sparkling eyes and shiny lips,they moved through the room swaying their hips...



Speaking with smiles on their African faces; their joy and laughter filled all the spaces. They were fashionable and stylish in what they were wearing; beautiful sisters all, who were loving and caring...



You see, it’s not about how these sisters appeared; their beauty was in the values they revered. They were smart, articulate and well read,with all kinds of African history stored in their heads...



Jugglers of professions, managers of lives -mothers of children, lovers and wives. They were good-hearted and kind, reachingout to others; giving back to the community and supporting our brothers...



All these sisters had struggled in the path; suffered from prejudices and endured the wrath. But they brushed off their dresses and pushed on the door; and they came back stronger than ever before...



Now imagine if you will,the essence and thrill,as you stand feeling proudin the heart of this crowd...



The Sojourner Truths of today,still out in front, blazing the way...A room full of sisters, like jewelsin a crown: vanilla, cinnamon, and dark chocolate brown.

By Aqil, Thanks to Nunet for this beautiful poem.