To those that grew up thinking best was never meant for you
Who believed that was true
I feel for you

For the women who never owned the space or thought they could
Your voice is there
For the using, not the taking

And the young who committed themselves to particular walls
Built not of your own accord
Be free
To paint the skies in your magical hues

And to the artists who never knew they were
Your unsigned work graces us
With reflections of our truest selves

To those whose names were written out of history
You live in us
As an ache of who we are to be

And to those whose declarations
Feel forever cloaked in silence
Keep writing
Your fertile ground awaits


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