To the beautiful men who walk strong in their softness
The brothers who hold us while we sob tears
Who sit quietly while we talk about our moon time listening, learning
Here is to the dudes who encourage us to be bad ***

Do you know how healing you are, solely by being present?
How you help to mend the hurt of men before you?
I have held on to resentment for a long time
Too long
I'm done
I've let go.
Thank you my brothers,
Thank you for the laughs, the play fights, the exploring, the building, the talking, dancing, the intimacy.
Thank you for loving me
Dear brothers I thank you for allowing me to be me,
Thank you brothers for the push to be more than the woman I was before I meet you
For always making me a wee bit more bad *** than before.

I thank you for your healing presence.