woman.
this world will try to break you down,
it will take the shards of the mirror you broke when you told it that it couldn’t control you any longer and hold those sharp edges to your throat and demand you to apologize.
sweet girl.
they will try to tie your hands and cover your mouth with cloth made from you favorite sundress, hungry eyes wide, telling you, “oh darling, you look so pretty when you cry.”
woman.
you will have to run faster. you will have to be smarter. you will have to be stronger. I am so sorry that you have to be this strong.
sweet, sweet girl.
hold you sisters’ hands as you march through this battlefield, stand tall as the shadows fall.
your body is temple.
your heart is a palace.
your mind, an endless dreamscape.
unwavering.
graceful.
capable.
clever.
beautiful.
show them why they call you: woman.
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