You are born of stardust
Millions of shimmering, sparkling particles course through you
The brilliance of their sharp edges have chiseled you
Enough to sprout wings and fly
Fly Icarus like, close to the sun
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But your wings are carved of brave spirits
Strewn across a galaxy of sacrifice and wrongs yet to be righted
Of generations of women
The flaming, raging ball of fire inside you
Can challenge the sun
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You hold the power to tame this fire
To the warmth of the hearth
Feed joy, cradle fragile bones & dreams
And endure, find exultation amongst birthing pains
And fulfillment in letting go
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You are not just sunflowers and roses
You are the moon, distant yet alluring
The entrancing jasmine and queen of the night
A shape-shifting nocturnal mermaid
Reigning the depths of the ocean, unfathomable
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The wisdom of memories runs in your veins
Sewn with the love and tears of maidens from lands you’ve never been
Folklore of grandmothers sung in voices you haven’t heard
Yet whose fabric comforts you at night
And whose lyrics you hum yourself to sleep
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This is your tesseract
To catapult you into worlds you are yet to explore
The Superwoman with flaming medusa hair
Adorned with gentle white lilies
The pulsating power of many
Forged into one body, one soul.
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