Poem: You won’t fight alone

I saw your tears.
I heard your cries.
Your rage touched me as you screamed in pain.
I did not know what it meant,
but after that moment, I was never the same.
And now I feel what you feel so strongly,
those same feelings implanted in me.
I finally see.
Your pain has hit the valves of my heart like a rushing wind.
Feeling it strongly, I know I have to do something.
As you cry and scream, curled up, I run to you.
I run to you, not knowing fully what to do, but with an obligation.
As a sister to you, 
I cannot let you fight this battle alone.
And with your head in your hands, as the tears stream down your face,
I pick you up…
because right now, you are not strong.
I offer you my strength and my resistance. 
And I join you in a prayer to God, Allah, demanding the Heavens for justice and healing. 
Together we will stand against armies of a million. 
They will laugh and say we are small, but we are MIGHTY with our resilience.
I promise, I will not let your voice be the only. 
After all, we are much stronger together than alone.
And our voices together are much stronger than just your own.
They will come to battle, but we will set the tone. 
And after the battles, after the wars, the world will hear our victory song.
This is not the end… 

Your sister, Cayla

Free Congo, Free Palestine, Free Sudan, free all of the oppressed.

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