This is a poem for you, my sister,
my mother
my grandmother. The girls I grew up with and
the women I grow with.
This is a poem for you,
and you- if you call yourself
a woman then yes, this poem is yours too.
But most of all, this is for my maybe daughter,
the girl that love with create, and then?
Who knows.
But this poem, I wrote it for her
because there are many things I wish weren't true
and so many things I wish I could do
to make a better world for her,
for us, for everybody’s daughters.
Firstly I hope you find your place, and I hope
it’s the prettiest place you've ever been-
I hope the air there tastes like peaches and cream
or whatever it is that makes you tingle.
I hope you get all the things you need, like
a person that makes you feel at home when they smile at you.
But also,
I hope that being alone won’t destroy you
I hope you have things that are yours only,
a favourite book you never lend out
a t shirt you only sleep in
a tree in the park you never take anybody to.
I hope you never feel so numb you walk away from love,
wherever it comes from.
I hope you’re never touched unless you want to be touched
I hope when you say yes, they’ll make you gasp and gasp.
Secondly, I hope you never look in the mirror
and feel sick at the sight of yourself, at the body
that carries you so beautifully and so well,
I hope you never rake at it with burning eyes
wishing every part were newer or altered or a better fit-
Believe me, you’ll never fit better.
I hope you save that hate
for a world that tells you ‘perfect’
is bland and flat and bleached,
an A4 sheet,
and not that perfect
is whatever you want it to be. Those aren't
stretch marks or laughter lines,
those are battle scars.
I hope you always eat when you’re hungry
that you never skip a meal to feel like you mean something.
You matter. You have always mattered.
And if anybody ever tells you that breaking a mirror
will leave you with seven years bad luck
then here’s a smash for all of us-
because what could be worse luck than believing your worth
can be found in the reflection of a looking glass?
Thirdly, I hope you raise your voice.
I hope you speak up,
talk back,
shout so loud
it’ll shake the gods down from the skies if there are
any still hiding. I hope you ignore anybody that tells you to
keep it down,
shut up,
stop making a fuss.
Your voice
is the most powerful thing you own.
But if you ever find that these hopes
are not enough,
that the world is still too rough,
My one-day daughter,
I will be here.
I am waiting for you.
Written for International Women's Day 2012