Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

We are told to bend but never break. But shattering into pieces allows us to rebuild ourselves in ways we could never imagine, rendering

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...