You came into my world
They swaddled you in pink
They sent me home to nurture you
And raise you to be a proper young lady
I did not question the directions
Because they were so plainly laid out before me
As they were for my mother and for her mother before
You were different, but I didn't know
You didn't fit inside the box society put you in
You tried to adapt by cutting bits and pieces of yourself
Until you were paper thin
One day you grew strong and pushed beyond
The voices that told you who to be and how to act
You spit in their faces
You put them in their places
I can only stand in awe and look at you with pride
Not pride for the way you were raised
But with pride because you did not give in the way that I did
Never conforming, always affirming
Feet planted firmly in the ground
The cycle is broken
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