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Sisterhood
by Joan
Page-Durante
September 30, 2005
It's
the bra that binds us to our sisterhood
That bound us once to our vanity
Shackled by silk
Or spandex
We have come to know each other
To love each other
Each with our own sorrows
Or sadness
Of our endowment
Or lack thereof
Once we lamented our nubile buds
Or worried that what we possessed
Would not be wanted
Now, we have come to know
Our bodies
Draped in beauty
Layered in lace
Are our palaces
For us to revel in
Large
Or small
We are one in our spirit
And we commune in our feminine grace
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