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.