Woman,
The world has been wonderful, awful and everything in-between.
You’ve muddled through storms of responsibility
And challenges to your identity
Woman.
That’s you
And me.
Woman.
Walking through this world
Confidently in the direction
Of dreams
For success.
Is no small feat.
Our lives are defined
By this beautiful mask of
Perfection.
I’d like to toss in the trash
And **** on——indefinitely.
Woman.
Confined to the words;
Crazy, pretty, sweet.
I like my mothers and sisters shameless and brave.
Defiant and enraged.
Do not lower your voice.
Or your gaze.
Tomorrow you will wake
And do all of the things, that are expected of you.
But you will do them with extraordinary resilience.
On the mornings where you cannot
bring yourself to rise from the ashes
Of another defeat
Know
I am here with you.
Whispering.
Woman,
You are not perfect. You're extraordinary. The stuff of dreams.
When this world dims your light,
I hope you know you can count on me to hold your heavy heart in mine.
And ignite your spirit so you may once
Again, be
Woman.