Girl

Your voice Is a weapon Sharper than any knife More truthful than any gun Scream your objections Flail your thoughts about at every street corner But whisper your ideas into notebooks and paper napkins Or they will be smashed. Your freedom Is entwined Within the sticky fingers Of men and our ill taught sisters Know your rights Patch your flaws with fabric woven from talents and skills Learn from the books and the art and the music Denied to you in school. Your power Is a right That they have tried to snatch away from you Through corruption and ignorance Fight for your body Guard your heart and your mind and your soul With the strength that magazines have told you You shouldn’t have. You are a divine creature Made of dust and bone and ash And you are only as limited As you allow yourself to be.