For Our Women and Our Girls.

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From me arises a generation of brilliant women who will never, for a day, question their worth; they will trust their intuition without wavering. They will brew storms and cause wars with their ink. They will bring famine and drought to the homes of the greedy. No, my girls will not sit in silence, nor will they wait for an invite to the table. My girls are not home keepers. They will neither audition for love nor slave for the male gaze.

The skin tone of my girls (is) Black. Deep, deep black, like the forests from which their seeds were planted. Watered. Nurtured. Anger and rage will find home in their veins; justice and peace, their arteries.

From me shall a legion of brilliant women arise. Women who love courageously. Loudly. Boldly. Without fear nor remorse. A generation of women groomed without shame, who are taught to defy the status quo; To ask questions and to use their voice without apology. To withstand the rage from the other side whose egos they have failed to appease. Women like mine are inimitable, carrying with them ancient knowledge mapped out by their ancestors and new knowledge to pave the way for the girls who must come after them.

From me shall a generation of fearless women arise; women who have no allegiance to religion. Women who are their own gods, taking laws into their hands and creating their own fate.

From me arises a generation of brilliant women who will never, for a day, question their worth; they will trust their intuition without wavering.

Love maker. Trouble maker. Listener. Storyteller. I write sometimes; Sometimes poetry, sometimes prose.