If you asked my ancestors? they'd whisper in the wind,
A legacy of resilience, through every twist and turn.
I carry their strength, their stories, their grace,
Born as a woman, a continuation of their sacred space.
If you asked my father? he'd look in my eyes and smile with pride.
“A daughter born not just to bear his name,
But to challenge the world, and chart her own way,
Echoes of courage, in each step she paves.”
If you asked my mother? she'd hold my hand,
Saying, "You're my ally, in a world that has yet to understand.
To stand side by side, through joy and strife,
Born to navigate the complexities of this shared life.”
If you asked my friends? they'd laugh and say,
“For the joy of girlhood”, what a slay.
To share in the laughter, the secrets, the tears,
A journey of sisterhood that spans through the years.
If you asked my lover, in their tender embrace,
To share the warmth, in love's gentle grace.
A partnership of equals, enduring and sure,
A bond crafted through triumphs and trials, a love that'll endure.
And if you asked me? I'd tell you with a smile,
To bask in the sun, and feel the chilly air for a while.
In awe of those around me and my own reflection,
Born as a woman, learning from affection.
While in this class I’ve spent a lot of time in this class thinking about what it means to be a woman and the historical significance of that. For years, women have been unable to define themselves as they choose; we are frequently viewed as items to be used and discarded, rather than as the individuals we are. I wanted to dedicate this piece to individuals in my life who accept and adore me for who I am.
