Sista – Author Kesau’c N. Hill


Do you know sista?

She gets up at dawn to cook

breakfast for her children;

she bathes in the silence of first

light, heaven like an angel’s glow

soft upon her brown skin.


All that’s heard is an occasional

cling of silverware against porcelain.

She hums some sacred hymn

along with the morning birds.

There’s a rhythm to the sounds

she makes in HER kitchen, something

like jazz music without words.


After she sees her babies off to

school, she walks her daily walk

to the nearest bus stop to almost have

her heart stopped for being forced

into what her heart’s not.


Before boarding, she whispers a

little prayer on their behalf, thanking

the LORD for what she has though she

has no reassuring spouse to even it all out

or hold her through long nights, without

complaint, she takes it all in like,




Yet still, she deals with the insanity

of a laboring society that’s giving

birth to a child like me.


Compete she does, in a game where

the rules are to write her off, and her

strength is displayed when she prays for

them… right or wrong…


I know this sista’…

I know her with an understanding

of centuries strength.

I know this sista…


Sometimes I weep for her tearless eyes;

So, through iron & concrete, I’ll be my grandma’s

cries, a victor through her eyes.


© Kesau’c N. Hill

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16797883_740202076158170_3350406013219101455_oAbout the Author

Kesau’c N. Hill is an ex-gang member who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of murder and sentenced to serve 15-years to Life in the California Department of Corrections. Fighting became a lifestyle that would accompany the gang world deathstyle. However, he would soon be mentored by an English teacher named John Murphy who saw past his tough guy exterior into something explosively creative.

He introduced him to the art of poetry and the power of the spoken word. He’d use that power to his advantage when his life serving Life became too difficult to bear. By defiantly writing poetry all over his prison cell walls “meaning” and “Passion” was discovered, hope and a sound vision was realized. Quite literally, poetry saved his life.

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