Today is International Womens Day. Regardless of how I feel about designated national or international days and months to celebrate peace, politicians or a grope of “minorities” I want to still take the opportunity I don’t take every single day to say I love you.
to the women in my life:
Thank you to the woman who showed me how to love, to the woman who held my teary face close to her breast and fed me life. To the woman who taught me how to read the hands on a clock and check both sides before crossing the street. Thank you to the woman that showed me her strength I don’t dare to challenge and thank you to the woman who showed me her weakness that I can only hope to except in myself. Thank you to the woman with an afro that marched at the head of the masses straight into the face of ragging hate and violence. Thank you to the women who put me in a dress and let me ware their lipsticks and hills even under the sour scrutiny of lost men. Thank you to the woman who yelled back at my father and taught him never to swing his arm towards her direction again. Thank you to the women that excepted me with all my flaws but never let me get away with bullshit. Thank you for the women that let me cry. Thank you for the woman that let me laugh. Thank you to the woman who let me be a boy, a man, a girl and a spirit. Thank you for the women who have hugged me with all their might. Thank you for the women who have tough me how to lead. Thank you for the woman who have taught me how to speak.
I love you in ways that the world keeps telling me is wrong. I love you in ways only you can understand. I strive to stand next to you as you have for me. I strive to engage with you with honesty as you have with me. I strive believer in you as you have believed in me. I celebrate you every day.