My mother, and her mother
and every woman that came
before her carry within their
blood, a history of hardships.
It is the quiet sigh of a girl
that is learning to live in a body
the world would claim, not
because she has allowed it
but because between her legs
was a power they wanted to
control and constrict
under the guise of protecting
her virtue, when it was simply
a matter of fear.
The world has never been kind
to women — of any color, of any
birth.
The world looks at them and thinks
of how many ways to break a
girl. They pressed silence down your
throat and said it was because
“A quiet girl was more favorable”,
never knowing that you are more than
the soft curves of your gender.
You are wild roots of flowers that can
grow to choke the stronghold of any
foundation till it crumbles.
You are life and the closest thing to God
on this mortal earth. Women like you have
enticed wars among men, and seen to
the birth of civilization and the collapse
of kingdoms.
You were meant for greatness
from the moment you came into this world
with a scream on your lips, flushed and flaying
your limbs in the hour of your birth.
So be brazen, daughter, sister
the world may not have been kind to you
but you have shown the world that for all
it’s efforts to contain you, you burned as
brightly as a pyre.
About the Creator
Starlight
I have witnessed gardens surviving the harshest winters;
I am more than my trauma - I am healing
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