Sisterhood is not born from sharing a womb; it is the sharing of a gaping wound
— and bearing its scars twice.
YOU ARE READING
the revisionist
PoetryA revisionist changes history, but I am merely telling my story how it happened to me -- what a travesty that it makes me the revisionist.
I.
Sisterhood is not born from sharing a womb; it is the sharing of a gaping wound
— and bearing its scars twice.
