Se imaginan si el 8 de marzo las mujeres publicáramos en redes sociales nuestro peor abuso. SE CAGAN. Se sorprenderían de saber que sus amigas más cercanas tienen historias HORRIBLES de las que ustedes hombres no tienen idea.
btw u need to sit under the sun and be with friends and let love in and try new foods and remember old memories that make u laugh and stay up till 3 am with the love of your life
name her with syllables that roll
like rivers over stones
that demand attention
before they settle
give her letters that taste of thunder
words that echo in rooms
long after she has left
teach her the music of herself
the power in consonants
and the softness in vowels
that can sway hearts or shatter silence
let her speak fully
and be heard entirely
let her name be a drumbeat
for the life she claims
i write for those who
want their children
to roar into the world
centuries of women before me have yearned to taste the freedom i get to experience nowadays by being able to say no to marriage/children and choose my own path with full agency, and i will never take that for granted. they live through me