To any woman reading this with skin the color of sand, of soil, of the night sky your mother howled as you were born with the voice of a wolf.

I hope you see the sun rises and sets in you, amber and ochre and scarlet shift just underneath your veins of lavender and indigo,

I hope your back is strong to carry the weight I know you will come to bear,

that no matter what flower blooms between your hips, you are a woman just the same.

I hope you remember your lullabies and childhood prayers, you will need them someday.

But most of all sister,

I hope you know I love you.