“To my sisters”

My Dears,

There are gonna be those times,

That will make your palms damp with sweat.

















Your insides may squirm, twisting into knots,















Timid pups, overwhelmed by the mocking jungle.

They’ll judge you, make assumptions,

















They’ll forget their own shortcomings.


















They won’t understand you.

Nor will they take the time to know you,


















Who has the time? What is time?



















People believe without a second guess.

Cold and calculating, unmovable,

















Processing empty information those machines,


















Feeling no humane empathy.

I know the unknown is frightening,



















Don’t let seemingly scary things dissuade you.















Go out there and take life for all it’s worth.

Wherever you make enemies




















There will always be friends,



















Waiting to be discovered in their wakes.

Not everyone will like you, but stay true,

















And not everything will go your way,


















Pick yourself up and dust off, be unphased.

It can be brutal, that’s how you gain strength.
















To gain experience takes perseverance,

















Take trampled flowers, make them thrive.
















Don't give up,
Cause those fairy tales
Always end happily ever after.















With love,

























Etcetera etcetera.