My sister, fighting through the same struggle, and future auntie of my culture. One who I recognize and respect as extended family, same tribe but styled in a different printed pattern. Princess out of training, queen in the making. A rebellious gift of nature when the sun goes down, born into a cruel world, recognized because of your bright light. Gifted; a keeper of mystery and purity. A beautiful tattoo, developed on it, is scar tissue; but is still beautiful. Worn with pride, but so sad inside. Existing in a world, sharing the load, and feeling the pressure of society’s high expectations. Feeling the pain of being forgotten. Me, in different opened toed wedges.