Today’s post is for we women and for our little women. I’d found this poem on Klout while searching through articles where you can add your input to them and share with others.
This beautifully written poem is by a female, of course, and speaks about how females are to be strong and not to let “the world” take away your innocence, your heart, that sacredness that belongs to you.
I see this as a poem I will someday read to my daughter as she gets older. It’s a poem is for we women to instilled within ourselves and to pass onto the females in our life.
Even though this a post for females, men are welcome- to passed this poem on as well to the females in their lives.
**To my beautiful women (and young girls) be strong. Be empowered and know your self-worth. I love you all! 💖💖
You Are Daughters Of The Sun
Girl,
you were born with a fire inside you,
and this world is determined to stamp it out.
You will see it when you stand up for yourself
and you are told how arrogant you are amongst your sex
because ‘it isn’t ladylike to raise your voice.’
(Speak louder when they say things like that to you.
Let them see how quick a single flame can take hold of an entire forest)
You will hear it when you wear something that hugs your body
and feel the uncomfortable sensation of being stripped naked
by the eyes of men who call you names you are still too young to understand.
(One day these same men will have daughters
with fire spines like yours who will make them understand)
You will know it when a man tries to use his strength
to have his way with you the first time, and no isn’t good enough, so you need to use your fists/teeth/legs to get him off.
(What did he think would happen if he manhandled flames? His burnt fingers are his own fault, not yours.)
You will feel it when you see
your mothers eyes filled with terror
because you are two hours later than you said you will be home.
(She understand so well how dangerous it is to carry a soul made from a firestorm in this broken world.)
You must understand: they fear you.
There is nothing scarier in their minds
than a girl who knows the power of her flames.
Your passion is terrifying,
your beauty isn’t pretty
it is unashamed,
determinedly uncaged
and so honest and wild
that they can only think of ways
to either own that fire
or try their damnedest to stamp it out.
But you must never ever let them take
those flames from within your soul,
Instead, you must burn brighter than ever
because you are a daughter of the Sun,
And you belong only to yourself, not to this world.
—Poem by Nikita Gill from Thought Catalog
Beautifully crafted. I will save this 😊
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Yes, very beautiful indeed. No problem.
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Have you seen the spoken word poem Sarah Kay does, “If I Should Have a Daughter”? It’s amazing, and similar to this lovely poem.
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Oh wow, I haven’t seen it yet. I’ll have to check it out.
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It’s really powerful, I bet you’ll like it 🙂
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I just read it. It’s very moving, powerful, yet beautiful. I’ve save it also. Thanks for sharing this with me.
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We’ve woven a web, you and I,
attached to the world, for no matter
how long, inscribed, though poorly, for
scant eyes, still, as bright a love aura as
has ever glowed, tightly wound around
our hearts, yet soaring miles above
Moodung’s fog to warm cold February.
Sparks fly off a round-rock fire rarely seen
in these parts. We laugh, it feels like we
shouldn’t be here on a cold winter night,
just a few meters from trails so packed
during the day. This charge will never
leave. We’ve marked this space but must
go to where the stars shine, deer run, art springs.
Keep my heart in your brain, words in your hair.
Matched lifelong yearning bursts in my hand,
fluorescent. Quick, pack what you need, let’s
flee! live life in the positive zone, expand
what we enjoy together, bound by the luck
that brought us this far. Where to next?
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Reblogged this on K. Phoenix and commented:
How is everyone day going? This Tuesday, these last several days had been a hellhole for me, which has manufactured itself into yesterday post.
When I first shared this post, “A Poem For Our Girls”, I had begun to envisioned what life would be like for my daughter in the next five to ten years, and beyond. Will she feel like in order to fit in, she will have to degrade herself, or do something that will make me want to hang my head and cry because I thought I raised her right? Will she become popular on social media because she’s showing too much skin and doing things that is not for the “public” to see? FYI: a guy lost his 16 year old daughter to sex trafficking and viewing her soc. media account, he felt like he lost her twice.
I fear this everyday. Young girls see what goes on and want to be like these “women” because of the attention they’ll get, thinking that what guys want.
I leave you with this: be true to yourself and don’t change for anyone. Women, please know your self-worth. You are beautiful regardless.
Light and love! 🌹 💜 💜
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