My Sister's Keeper

When my sisters are weak, I become their strength.
When my sisters are blind, I become their eyes so they can see.
When my sisters cannot hear, I become their ears to help them listen.
When my sisters are perplexed, I become their intuition for certainty.
When my sisters are weeping, I become element that wipes their weeping eyes.
When my sisters are sorrowful, I become their laughter.
When my sisters are experiencing pain, I become their healer.
When society puts my sisters down, I lift them up with honor and praise.
When my sisters reveal their human frailties, I become their covering.
When my sister's husbands or male companions approach me for temporary pleasure, I become my sister's compass to lead their loved ones back home.

I’m my sister’s keeper.