dear all women,

you cannot see your hummingbird laugh that tickles every aching heart around you. you cannot see the warm mother’s touch in your eyes. you cannot see the strength in your tears, a river so pure the universe loses direction and we are left wilting in the space of an ever expanding sadness. i wish you could see yourself in the morning air. cheeks flushed like cherries, smile awakening the dawn.

    honey, everything about you is gravitational. 

i wish the mirror reflected our poetry, not our person. at least we choose our words. all we can see is the glass of the mirror. the glass that cuts us so deep. no wonder women bleed every month, the mirror slices us into shapes.

i hope you can read the mirror like your diary. i hope you can read the gentleness of your mother in your quivering smile, the childhood humor in your playful eyes, the strength that is stirring within your skin. you are not made of glossy paper and Photoshop. you are a miracle.

i wish you could see it too.

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