Tessa Renken
Do not let me be lost to history.
I relent to being enveloped by Time’s arms,
Making way for new days,
But do not let me be lost to history.
While remembering the oppressive men of my time.
Take us all.
Lose us all.
Or make note of us all.
Do not leave us
As forgotten and ignored and death
As we were in life.
We are owed more than that.
I may not make history in the eyes of man
But my matriarchs would weep to see the life I lead.
Let me be remembered not in the minds of men
But in the steps of my kin,
Those who see themselves in me.