Won't You Be My Sister?
Mark me a ripple,
Make me a piercing drop
Of froth at the lip of a wave,
Just so I can be but a note
In the roar of this cresting ocean.
Name me breath,
Know me as air
Dancing nude in the tree tops,
Just so I can be but a sigh
In the cry of this changing world.
Call me heat,
Claim me red
Of flash writhing in fervor
Just so I can be but a spark
In the pulse of a newborn flame.
Hear me as woman,
Have me as your sister
On purpled battlefield breaking day,
So I might say our victory is just beginning.
That you and I are women
No longer trying to woo men
Holding the truth to be self-evident
That all genders are created equal.
See me as change,
Say I am movement,
That I am the year
And I am the era
Of the women.
— Amanda Gorman
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