ONE FOR US GIRLS

- SARA TRIPATHI 

This for is us girls, the warriors and the mothers, 

The brave and the kind,

The fierce and beautiful.

We are born with uniqueness carving every aspect of our existence.

From our head to our toes, from our heart to our brain, from our blood to our veins, and from our body to our soul.

Our sole inhabitance drips in differences and uniqueness, yet when the time come our differences are the ones that unite us.

We are all warriors dipped in grace, taped with elegance, and fearlessly embedded with braveness.

We are all one, different names and traits, yet one.

Some of us have curly locks, as crazy as a stallion.

These curls that are you most valuable treasure.

These are the same curls that were bared by generations of mothers and grandmothers and daughters. 

 Worn proudly and gracefully.

These untamable locks of hair, wild and beautiful, dripping in chaos yet so complete with grace.

And my child these curls are your one and only, most valuable inheritance, that’ll be with you through every fight and drizzle in times of happiness.

These curls that you’ll take with you to your grave.

We were given the chests of a warrior,

That bared the load of war and violence, yet fed a new born, with the most love anyone could fathom.

The same chest that when puffed, fought battles; that at times led to a gruesome end, but never once neglected the child and its needs.

We were given the curves, soft and delicate, molded from clay and glazed with butter.

A mouth dripping with honey, as soft as the petal of rose,

Eyes lively and bright, that crinkle when we laugh and besot when we cry.

But for all we are given, the delicate and beautiful, never once mistake it for weak,

For this honey dripping mouth can be poisonous and toxic, when needed,

For it doesn’t even take a minute for these delicate curves, to become rough and sharp edges,

And these eyes are the lethal of them all, for when its time and there’s no hope, these bright sockets turn to black abysses of darkness, that will suck anything that poses harm.

These crinkly lively and eyes can make the world succumb when needed.

We are girls, strong and fierce,

Brave and ruthless and reckless of all,

We drip in grace and delicacy 

But when time comes there is no thing more lethal than us.

And lets us now await no prince, no knight in shining armour, love yourself, for no prince can love you as much as you can love yourself, so even when you relinquish life, you’ll always have your lover with you, within you.

Lets love ourselves and each other so fiercely, that are stories maybe told as folk tales to young girls,

The tales of girls that loved each other fiercely and fought their battles bravely.

Of the power they withheld and were not afraid to unleash, who were so strong that the devil that had started living on earth was chased back to hell.

May the stories be told and sonnets be sung, of dasies that survived war zone and what not.

And don’t ever let yourself be confined in the walls of beauty,

For beauty is just a myth, an illusion, and you are anything but unreal,

You are the most real and raw and untamed thing this world has ever seen, you are the most full of life and bright lights,

You are calm and chaos all in one, and even with clipped wings you can grace the sky.

You are unstoppable and made to scale heights.

So break free from these chains that this society wraps you in,

Don’t let yourself be summoned in something so petty, when your destiny is made for thunderstorms and clouds.

Be loud, you have a voice, scream if needed, 

Be ready to fight, because these hands of yours are made for more than just mending broken pieces.

                 You are in every way, all a person could ever be.

So take the strength in your body and kindness in your soul.

Mix them together and plant a seed, 

And see how alluring things can be bloomed.