Things I will tell my daughter.

1. Second chances are for those who will chase hell blind
for your last name. Who plant their feet between the walls of your
esophagus to keep from closing in on days you find it hard to breathe
out pretty things. Who will crawl into bed to hold you.

2. The problem with being poor is that we never have the 
upper-hand in love. Our hearts become tied to our worth & offer 
it like common apologies. Pace yourself, darling. A smile is enough 
for now. The right man will knock on your bolted doors bearing 
gifts & ask for your heart, as if it were the only thing that could 
quench his soul’s thirst.

3. Heartbreak is inevitable. Daughter, take precaution, but detour 
signs still lead to your heart. When it hits, it’ll hit hard. Months from 
then you’ll still be reeling from the knockout. Never quite sure if 
you’re healing or numbing. But I swear there will come a day where 
you will learn to laugh again. I will show you how.

4. Who told you, you are too much? Or too less? 
Look at the sun, will you yell at it for burning too high? Will you blame 
the moon for being too small? Let me tell you this, I did not know 
beauty wore my face till the first time I held you. Your soft lashes 
fluttering with every explosion happening a million light years away.

5. Days you don’t feel like brushing your hair, go out in rain boots 
even on sunny days. They will make you feel like an adventurer. 
Go treasure hunting in thrift shops & second hand bookstores. 
You will feel light, oh so light. 

6. Color rose petals between the spaces of your spine. 
Plant seeds of self worth for your tears to nurture. Give yourself things 
you need that men can not. 

7. The world is not always kind. You will learn to strike with 
quick succession, to cut throats. Do not fold your body in ways it 
was never meant to be tucked. Do not become a door mat for others to 
wipe the dirt from their feet off on. 

8. You do not always have to be ladylike. Your perfectly lined lips
 weren’t meant to wrap themselves around mirrored truths. 
Or to pleasure boys with. But rather for enunciating your name.

Till then, stay gold!