Waiting.

Waiting on a Call. Waiting on a Call to find out whether or not my sister is okay, my sister is Safe, my sister isn't Hurt, my sister is Alive. Waiting on a Call to hear whether or not my sister just became another Statistic, another Abused Girlfriend, another Battered Mother, another Innocent Victim, another Body in a Morgue. Waiting on a Call to hear my sister's Voice again Or Never Again. Waiting on a Call to be told that My Hero Survived or that some man found her Kryptonite. Waiting on a Call to Confirm whether or not my Sister, my Mother's Daughter, my Niece's Single Mother, a Strong but Struggling Female, a Business Owner, a Cary Grant lover is still Breathing. Whether Tara Lynn my Safety Pin will ever call me Samantha Rose her Garden Hose Again. My sister is as sturdy as a Mountain, but she is also as frail as a flower petal. Tough as a Bull, but as Insecure as any Woman would be with her past Experiences, her past & present Relationships, her past Mistakes, Wrongs, Regrets. Smart as a Tack, but as Dumb as any Woman would be with her past Education, her past Gender Conditioning, her past Government Standardizing, her past Worth Stripping, Self Hating, Paradigm Sustaining. Waiting on a Call to find out whether My sister will go on to be My child's Aunt or if I will go on to be Her child's Mother.