When you brush my hair
And the loving strokes
Wash away my insecurities
I feel more at ease
With the world
And the catastrophic state
That it is in
All the countless wars
The real ones but also
The ones in my head
Don’t feel like
They are eternal any more
When we fight together
We fight disgusting men
Catcalling us on our way
Home, trying to diminish us
Make us feel small
And invisible
But with you my sister
I am invincible
Instead.
© Emma Bronstein 2023-08-20