To my sisters…
Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re disposable whether it be your president, your government, or your employer. Don’t ever let a man tell you you’re not important whether it be your father, your brother, or your lover. Don’t ever let a woman tell you you’re not worthy of love whether it be your mother, your sister, or yourself. And although we cannot control the lies our minds concoct in an effort to cope with the unthinkable, don’t ever allow yourself to believe them for longer than you need them.
Don’t allow your beautiful eyes to fixate on the evil of this world. Don’t allow the vision of your future to be blinded by the injustices of today. There are stories untold waiting to be delivered from your lips. Doom is not your fate, your destiny begs for your resilience. Don’t ever let someone, any one, steal from you your desire to dream. Your right to live beyond mere existence. Your stubborn clench on hope.
To my sisters enduring pain, don’t ever let someone convince you that you deserve to be mistreated and abused. Nothing is wrong with you, but everything wrong with the minds and depraved hearts of unrueful fellows.
To my sisters… You matter. Don’t ever believe otherwise.