For My Sisters

Don’t you know, sister

Every hair on your body
Is a divine embrace 
The rich hairline
The strong brows
The finger fuzz
They are all gifts
An ancestral cradle

Every bone
Every curve
From your nose to your knees
Every pore on your face
Every bump
Every dark spot
Is sacred melanin
Forged deep in your DNA
Passed down from the gods
To their children
And their children’s children
Your own ancestors

Don’t you know, sister

To see yourself
Is to see the divine
For you are it and it is you

Don’t you know, sister

You are a queen
A daughter of queens
The first feminists
The first priestesses
The first warriors
Who fought hard
For you to be here
In this skin
In this body
In this colour
In this power
They dreamt you into existence
You are 
Their deepest desire
Their truest wish
Naked and natural and perfect

Don’t you know, sister

To honour yourself
Is to honour the source
For you are it and it is you

Don’t you know, sister

Nature is perfect
And you are nature
The blood you drip
The skin you stretch
The breath you draw
Every 
Single
Fibre of your being
Is the universe’s consummate design
Untouchable
Holy
Perfect
And sublime

Don’t you know, sister

To love yourself
Is to love the divine
For you are it
You are the divine
You are the divine

— Juliana Yazbeck