My hands tremble but my voice is strong.
"To my parents, my brothers, sister's, my children, my family and friends.
I didn't mean to leave. God has a plan for each of us, and maybe I was a part of a bigger plan that led us to this day.
Many women like myself, the stolen sisters, each with a different face will bring a new frontier.
We've taken the approach to fear with consultation and comfort. The way I see it is that fear is ridiculous, and we should be all be teaching our children to see it that way. If we spend the rest of our lives being scared then nothing will accomplished.
I am gone but I have left a gift for you. Spread the word of the stolen sisters. Let the world know that we are spoken for! Let the world know that there is still someone here to fight for us.
I will never be a forgotten sister, since I am spoken for.""This isn't just for the people who have had a sister stolen from. Lets do everything we can to make sure that it never happens again. We are here and we will fight against the cowardice of humanity.
We owe it to our stolen sisters, because they are still here! They want us to be aware but unafraid. They want us to able to move forward but to not forget."
I am Eve. I didn't say it out loud, but it's exactly what I was thinking when the speech finished.
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I am Eve
PoetryA stolen sisters story. This is a very short story about a stolen sister. February 14, in Victoria (Canada) they hold a March to bring awareness to the community. Is this story true, is it false? I will not be answering questions about this story...