What a little word for such a great oath
A bond extends beyond all realms of understanding.
A word with religious connotations
But so sacred it eludes the shackles of religion.
No man-made interpretation of God
could ever comprehend the supremacy of women’s mute beliefs.
A word to denote celestial constellations
But ignorant of the immense beauty of sisterhood.
The universe and her galaxies in all their splendour
Could never outshine the devotion between sisters.
How could this tiny word illustrate one soul
Operating outside of two bodies?
A word that is haphazardly turned into a collective noun
For women with a shared purpose.
How it fails to realise the unspoken truths
rooted within such intertwined minds and instincts.
A cumbersome word to link two little girls
With familial blood flowing through their veins.
Blind to their mutual existence and the
Core of their eternal connection.
How could they ever know?
There are no words that measure up to the value of sister
Nor describe its existential and ethereal wonder.
I am you and you are I
And we were us before we met.
No man could write
No man could design
A love such as ours
No man could recognise
No man could forge
A union such as ours.
A man can rape and plunder
But he will never discover treasure such as sister.
A man can dictate, abuse, dominate but he will
Never ever yield anything to that of sister.
Fate has deemed man unworthy of the gift
Shown him to be unintelligible for the knowledge
And proven man unequal to the love of sister.
Therein lies his failure, his weakness, and his mortality.
Man can never be sister.
Man is oblivious of such force as the might of sisters.
It is unbreakable, unbending, unyielding and indescribable.
Even in death you remain my sister.
Even though men have hurt you, betrayed you,
Tried to destroy you; you remain unchanged.
Even in death our love remains unaltered. No matter
Of the men who have loved you, or tried to protect you.
None of them could keep you. None of them could ever own you.
You are still my sister, and I am yours.
Death does not part us; lifetimes will connect us still.
We are immortal sisters.
Our sisterhood outlives all
Our sisterhood outshines any
Our sisterhood out-loves every
My heart breaks without you here
But even in its pieces it is still with you in this life
And the next.
My heart is with you and yours is with mine.