Oh, can you not hear the bloods of my sisters, of my brothers crying out from the ground? But who are my sisters and brothers you ask. Can you not see all, every one who has ever been, these all are my siblings? And their hurts are my hurts. Their pain is my pain. And they are yours the same.

Please let me know if that’s not ok and I will delete it immediately. I mean no form of disrespect in any way. This moved me and I am trying to process all that is going on.