Sakia’s Sister

I am Sakia’s Sister Maybe not in similar reflections or blood lines, No I did not pass through her mother’s womb No genetically connected DNA But I am Sakia’s sister Running through the streets of Newark, NJ From Springfield On to Broadway Learning that the streets don’t love nobody Swallowing girlish ambitions to persuade from not seeming hard enough Finding no resting or embracing place I am Sakia’s sister From Penn Newark to Penn New York Station Where Greenwich Village becomes my heart As I’m not judged or looked at differently Just young and vibrant Just free No worries Not afraid riding the train back and forth in improperly manned subway stations Where even the bums sleep with one eye open No worries Until one night Some villain less than a man decided it was alright to take young Sakia’s life They called it an instigated combat Even when a 30 yr old man stuck a knife in a 15 yr old girls neck & claimed her life on the streets in front of a police booth As taxis sped by Silent witnesses to a hate filled homicide Her blood just as innocent as young Matthew Sheppard But she didn’t make national headlines Just a few local stations & gay organizations bold enough to carry her story On day-to-day And I too have been stabbed in the back With verbal & physical attacks As my blood lines Run thinner than strangers lives I cross in the street Separating me from family & used to be friends As I grow lost & hurt Finding solitude amongst the folds of another woman’s womb Licking invisible wounds From my lovers back Down her chest Across her heart Absorbing pain Caused by people releasing homophobic views And passing them off as state beliefs I am Sakia’s sister In spirit and heart Crying enough tears in the dark To form valleys and trenches Upon my pillow and satin bed sheets Yet just like Sakia My spirit can not be silenced I stand tall and proud of who I am Ready to proclaim that my sexuality DOES NOT DEFINE ME In the face of adversity I stand tall and defend my friends and/or lovers I stand tall for all of the women that still haven’t found the courage to leave those closets & double lives Down low men & women Military men & women I speak proudly to all who attempt to make me feel like I’m less than I am As if I don’t belong But we are here to stay and we will not stand for discrimination Or hate crimes Inequalities No justice No peace We will not live our lives in secret Out & Proud Young Black Lesbian I am Sakia’s Sister

RIP Sakia. Your memory lives on. May 26, 1987 – May 11, 2003

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