All the women in me are healing 

Kimberly Lieu

We’ve been looking for ourselves

in the soil of distant continents all these years

 in the dry palms of different men

in the wet mouths of different women

in the Khmer of our mother

in the sonic laughter of children

and in the depths of newly dug graves.

 All the women in me

are crying tears for the seasons

we felt unloved by our people,

for all of the abandonment,

for all of the harsh things we said to each other while suffering

for all the moments our terror struck down love

for all the moments our fear harmed others.

All the women in me

are healing:

listening deeply, honoring our cracked voices,

being patient with each other.

We are moving steadily with the universe

back home.