We are worthy, strong, beautiful
We are mothers, sisters, friends
We conquer, soothe, stay
When things are hard
We stand up to bullies
Crouch down to kiss
Kneel to pray
Beside sleeping babies
We bite our lip
To cry makes it worse
We bite our tongue
It's not our place
The truth is too raw
But we know it
Inside
We are free
Poetic musings from the sticky-sweet life of the Wilson six
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