[HT: creator's canvas]

There is a distant ache within,
one that reminds me that the body is not complete,
one that haunts me in the safety of my home,
and the comfort of my pillow.

It screams of injustice,
of my sisters (who are not yet akin to me):
the ones who are grossly oppressed,
whose bodies are burned
from the loss of all hope.

{the rest of the poem}