Dear daughter,

if you grow up to be anything like me

then don’t bow your head in shame

for sins never committed

mistakes never made

don’t shy away from the desperation

from the soaked pillows greeting you every morning

pain is what makes you human

don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

embrace the pain and let go of your fear

for if you’re anything like me

they’ll try to douse your fire

but don’t you dare stop burning

Dear daughter hell may knock on your door many times

disguised as men who will despise your every word

give you bruises and aches and scars

the fences around you will block your escape

hushed whispers and outrageous cries marking your nightmares

they will bend you to their will and entice you to conform

but Daughter if you’re anything like me

you’ll break free

fight and continue to fight

they may kick you bloody and sore

but let the pain steel your heart

don’t let them dash your hopes and dreams

or offer your ashes to the skies

you may think you deserve it at times

that you are not strong enough for battle

but dear Daughter if you’re anything like me

you’re cut out for this struggle

and I promise

you shall taste victory one day

for you’re born of a strong mother

who learnt how to survive

in this cruel, cruel world.

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