Today I woke up feeling the pain in the hearts of women.

As I look into the eyes of young girls, I wonder how this became normal.

I see it in the knowing eyes of my elders.
How frequent the sting of being taken from. 

My sister is beautiful…
She has a hole in her heart.
It feels like a large thorn inside of her chest.
Where does this come from?

My sister is beautiful…
She is a mother of two boys.
Their father leaves them for a bottle.
Where does this come from?

My sister is beautiful…
She breathes love.
Somehow She is not enough.
Where does this come from?

My Mother is beautiful…
She carries within her great oceans.
She gives all life.
She is sick.
Her children are sick.
Where does this come from?

How many flowers must be picked for a man to learn how to tend to his own garden…