Blessed Are You, Among Women

we all dream of belonging, of being born into some "sisterhood" that cannot exist

Kamsahamnida, my daughter,
For the mirror you hold up,
Reflecting, in astigmatism,
The dregs within my cup.

Kamsahamnida, my mother,
For your magnifying glass,
For looking hard and finding
Everything you thought was passed.

Kamsahamnida, my Father,
For the lesson,
For The Wall,
For this mortal
Training hall,
For this twisting, Sisyphean
Treading
Of the Dawn.