Apollo's Sister

I am alive

My mother, she fought to bring me

To the world, a small writing mass

And yet from first breath, I aided

Her, a lone child and her mother

And soon after labor, a brother

I am the hunt

The raw force that lies within

Each and every beast, they breathe

With my breath, and tremble 

As I draw back my bow, and

Flee from the bellows of my horn

I am the protector

Every child that triumphs against odds,

As I did, is sacred

And all girls my brood, until womanhood,

Virgins fair and free, they may each stand 

Beside me, and gain gift of song and serenity

I am the destroyer

From what I love most, my brother takes

And though I place my sorrows into the stars

My tears flow with each fall

Of an infant, a child, a beast

Never to flourish into their own beauty

I am alive

In your books, I am virginity

In your classrooms, I am intrepidity

In your streets, I am bravery

In your homes, I am sanctuary

In your daughters, I am ferocity

I am alive and within and throught

I am Artemis

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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