jaan

sometimes I wish I could take all the women in the world, all the femmes, all the flowers

and make them believe that they are worth all of the good and beautiful things left in this world.

I have seen so many women wilt and waver, but they never fade entirely.

I want to make sure they shine like they did the day they were born, before the world told them be quiet, sit down.

before they knew a broken heart or promise, before they disappointed their parents or felt too large too much and not enough in that dress that night,

when he didn’t look at you the way you thought he would.

I want to make up for an unkind world, to write them a thousand poems,

the women of this world deserve so many beautiful words