A poem for all my Sisters

Sister my Sister,

I love you so much.

Lend your hand in support, instead of a punch.

Reach out, and lift up, all Sisters we must.

With trust in each other, the glass ceiling will bust.

Living with love and levity, we flourish.

Living with spite, will only leave us malnourished.

By Tami Warren

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