My Sisters Keeper


The more I learn, the more I vocalize my resistance.

The uglier I become.

Not just to men but to women alike.

“Calm down”

“That’s offensive”

“You’re attacking me and the people I love”

But no.

I am a Black Woman filled with rage.

For every injustice against people who are simultaneously “my people” and “not my people”

For every fallen sister and brother even if they don’t see me as their sibling

My voice will grow louder.

I will become uglier to others

But more beautiful to myself.

Elise Ashkin-Baker