You came into this world straight into a plastic bag.
You fought your way out.
Amazonian strength for one so tiny
The Matriarchs of the past living inside you.
Cheering you on.
Over each hurdle you jumped.
Never looking back.
So now my heart breaks when I see self doubt in your eyes.
See pain of rejection and fear of life.
Remember who you really are!
You fought your way out of that plastic bag.
Not even knowing that was what you had to do.
You have the power.
The power to do anything you want to do.
To rise above it all.
The Matriarchs of the past still living on inside you.
Still cheering you on.
One day I will join them.
But until that day I am here beside you.
My warrior Princess
Be brave and don’t be afraid to live.