Dear Angel,
or princess or rock star or cowgirl or president or whatever else you want to be when you grow up. Here is something that everyone but your mother will say "You do not belong to yourself". They will consume you in bits and pieces. They will attempt to own you. sometimes they will swallow you whole but remember than that your mama birthed a fighter. That you come from a family of women with a fire in their eyes. You my darling belong to yourself. I am doing horribly aren't I? I just don't know what to tell you. I don't want to be the one who tells you that because you are a black woman you will work ten times harder than most people. I do not want to be the one to tell you that sometimes you will break yourself on men or women. That 1 in 3 women experience gender based violence at least one in their life. God! I hope you're not number 1. I do not know how to tell you what kind of woman to be. Maybe an open minded one. Or maybe I'll show you.
But I do know that I love you and I know that will not make the days that you do not love yourself better. But you're brilliant. I don't know you yet but I know that.
P.S Also the last bit of this poster sums up what I think about your life
or princess or rock star or cowgirl or president or whatever else you want to be when you grow up. Here is something that everyone but your mother will say "You do not belong to yourself". They will consume you in bits and pieces. They will attempt to own you. sometimes they will swallow you whole but remember than that your mama birthed a fighter. That you come from a family of women with a fire in their eyes. You my darling belong to yourself. I am doing horribly aren't I? I just don't know what to tell you. I don't want to be the one who tells you that because you are a black woman you will work ten times harder than most people. I do not want to be the one to tell you that sometimes you will break yourself on men or women. That 1 in 3 women experience gender based violence at least one in their life. God! I hope you're not number 1. I do not know how to tell you what kind of woman to be. Maybe an open minded one. Or maybe I'll show you.
But I do know that I love you and I know that will not make the days that you do not love yourself better. But you're brilliant. I don't know you yet but I know that.
P.S Also the last bit of this poster sums up what I think about your life
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