When the boys pull your hair and push you to the ground during your school recess, I promise you not to tell you that its’ okay. Cause it’s not okay!
When your teacher calls me home to tell me that you pushed them back to the ground, I promise you that i’ll take you out of school early and buy you your favorite red velvet cupcakes.
When you get older and the boys try to touch you when you don’t want to be touched, I’ll look at you like the sun when you come home with anger in your fists. They’ll all tell you not to fight fire against fire but that is only because they’re afraid of your flames. Don’t listen to them!
When the boys yell at you like wild hyenas you yell back,baby!
I will never teach you to be afraid of your anger so that you look for it in others.
I will not try to make you their version of a perfect girl, because you already are perfect in your own way.
You wanna fight ’em? fight ’em!
Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love you have for yourself and the lengths you go to preserve it.
When the boys try to tell you to soften up, I hope you’re able to make them bleed with your edges.
I hope you remember that you are not theirs and their disappointment in you is not yours.
When the boys come to your doorstep with pretty words and angry eyes, I hope you show them the anger in yours. I hope you show them just how strong your sister thinks you are! I hope you show them the animal they can’t always see in their own reflection.
When the boys come with the intention of hurting you,
My advice to you will always be the same, my darling: Give ’em hell