A Song for Many Mothers

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For the village of strong women that raised me. I am indebted, always. I will always need another body to follow through the fog another voice to cut through the darkness a thousand more tongues to set alight when our syllables become knives more fingernails to watch collect ink and stone as they claw their way home Oh mothers, I will need you always stand by you always – champion each and every one of your minds make myself in your image of strength takes eyes, a nose and lips and carve something new for myself a face that says try me – I dare you And over everything I will remember what you taught me: No one can look down on a mountain                       and you raised me to be one.

by Amy Beecham

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