Doris AC Johnson MA of Psy, ABA

When you come to me with songs of sorrow 

and desperate cries of no hope for tomorrow

I’m your sistah

I am not here to shame you, downplay your feelings

or paint you out to be this big bad villain 

I’m your sistah

I won’t convince you that my blues is bluer than yours

or compare battle wounds with your bruises and sores

I’m your sistah

I won’t judge your load by any measure

Your pain will never be my pleasure

I’m your sistah

No pointing fingers or opposing thumbs

Because sistahs make spiritual food from crumbs

I’m you sistah

Even when life riddles us with catastrophic winds

And our only defense is to smile and pretend

I’m your sistah

Through all the struggles, weakness and strife

When you are weathering the storms of life

I’m your sistah

Borrow my spiritual umbrella and galoshes to match

And return them to me when I need them back

I’m your sistah

I won’t push you when I see you falling

Or let your cries fall on deaf ears when I hear you calling

I’m your sistah

My pain will not be your treasured gold

We will glue each others pieces back to whole

I’m your sistah

I won’t point and stare if your crown is titled 

Or if the pedal from your rose is wilted

I’m your sistah

I appreciate your call of concern, your text to talk

Your email of ease even when I’m at fault

I’m your sistah

We protect each other until the darkness becomes clearer

I’m not your competition, I am your mirror

I’m your sistah

I won’t watch in judgement down my nose

Or watch you crack and crumble like your other foes

I’m your sistah

I SAY ALL THAT TO SAY THIS

I LOVE YOU SIS