Today I feel like an undelivered letter
I half am
Serving a purpose only partway fulfilled
To my sisters of Color
I have for you a love letter
a strength letter
a stand with you letter
But I am undelivered
and only when I burst through the seams of my envelope
and stand open and unchained by outer glue and my inner folds
with my words pouring forth
I will be free to call myself your sister that
I am.