White No brother's wrist to tie the thread, But | English Poetry

"White No brother's wrist to tie the thread, But still, we weave our bonds instead. Mothers, sisters, grandmothers too, In every heart, the promise grew. For every girl who walks this path, Through sun and storm, and shadow’s wrath, We stand as one, a sacred vow— To lift each other, here and now. We guard our hearts, our dreams, our place, In this world we leave a trace. A bond not bound by blood alone, But through the strength we’ve always shown. So here's to us, to all we bear, With love and grace beyond compare. In every thread, our stories blend, As women, let our spirits mend. ©twisha ray"

White No brother's wrist to tie the thread,
But still, we weave our bonds instead.
Mothers, sisters, grandmothers too,
In every heart, the promise grew.

For every girl who walks this path,
Through sun and storm, and shadow’s wrath,
We stand as one, a sacred vow—
To lift each other, here and now.

We guard our hearts, our dreams, our place,
In this world we leave a trace.
A bond not bound by blood alone,
But through the strength we’ve always shown.

So here's to us, to all we bear,
With love and grace beyond compare.
In every thread, our stories blend,
As women, let our spirits mend.

©twisha ray

twisha ray

White No brother's wrist to tie the thread, But still, we weave our bonds instead. Mothers, sisters, grandmothers too, In every heart, the promise grew. For every girl who walks this path, Through sun and storm, and shadow’s wrath, We stand as one, a sacred vow— To lift each other, here and now. We guard our hearts, our dreams, our place, In this world we leave a trace. A bond not bound by blood alone, But through the strength we’ve always shown. So here's to us, to all we bear, With love and grace beyond compare. In every thread, our stories blend, As women, let our spirits mend. ©twisha ray