To the girl who never gave up, here’s to you;
For getting up, moving on and dusting your knees.
For running when they said you couldn’t walk,
For talking when they said it was not your place,
even when they took your voice from you; you never stopped.
For tearing up the piece of paper that said you were nothing,
using it to start a fire and set the world aflame
and rebuilding, till the world was yours.
For looking gender in the eye and questioning it,
For telling stereotypes they could shove it,
and for choosing pink, choosing blue, choosing you.
For giving life, for being strong, for being so many things.
For your beautiful soul, your loving eyes, your tender touch,
and your essence which can’t measured by a number or a substance or a chemical;
whose roots run so deep and so wide that you are the wind, rain
and everything inbetween.
You support and hold generations in your hands,
and lead armies with them too.
You are always underestimated
but don’t let that stop you,
Never give up.