Tasha Spillett

“Little sister
I see you even if you have yet to see yourself
Even if you mask yourself in fragments of untruths of you
Even when you cloak yourself because somewhere, sometime,
Someone has made you feel that to hide is safer than to shine as you were meant to
Little sister I wish to speak into your mind sacred words of you so loudly that they are like the thunderbirds when they come to visit and wash everything away
I wish to make you a crown of sage to show all that rest their eyes on you, that you are made of medicine and of royalty
Little sister I will sing you songs until your voice remembers it was meant to dance
I will pray into being all that is needed to remind you, that you are where beauty and strength come together to embrace
I will dance medicine into the path that we walk on so that it is again worthy of you
Little sister
I see you”
― Tasha Spillett, Surviving the City