I am more than nail polish.
I am more than earrings and hand bags.
I am more than dresses and long hair.
I am a woman.
I am a woman in my stretch-mark covered hips and in my deep and powerful heart.
I am a woman in the strength of my mind.
I am a woman in the roar of my soul.
I’ve stood in the house of your wings and listened to you flap to the beat of time.
Open and close to show your beauty to the world.
Just a glimpse, and then you’re off.
Flying so high, I’m forced to squint to find you again.
Is that your hope?
To keep me looking up?
I will look to you forever.
In every hurt there is a hope.
A hope that tomorrow will be different.
A hope that every question will be answered.
A hope that the struggle will end and life will begin again.
So go ahead and hurt today.
Tomorrow is full of hope.
Go ahead, gossip.
Tell your truth through the crack in
your heart. I don’t mind.
I am a thief.
I have spent my life stealing from the women around me and from the women who came before me
I have stolen pieces of their souls
I have patched it over my own holes and filled myself with new strength
I have allowed these women to raise me higher
They are my heroes
They are my namesakes
Their very spirit intertwines with mine and I am me because of it.
Have such an audacity to live that the entire world becomes an experience.
Fuel your soul with strength.
Let your heart overflow with wonder and love.
These are the things that can never be taken from you.
Sometimes I think about you.
Sometimes I wonder what you would look and sound like.
Sometimes I wonder if we would have named you Violet or Finn once we saw you.
I know I’ll never see you.
I know I’ll never know.
I know you live somewhere with the rest of my dreams now, in a place I’ll never get to go.
Our love is more than any hate.
Our hope is greater than any regulation.
Our kindness is thicker than the ink of any pen.