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my grandmothers taught me old age is no barrier when you have a young heart learning to text and playing with cellphones and they taught me love in its confusing and frustrating way sometimes teaching me to hate my body but to also celebrate it and that their is power, even in frailty.

my aunts taught me how to make love to married men and fall in love at the wrong time with the wrong people they taught me what not to do when and if that day ever comes when I meet Love and how to get drunk and start a fight with your mother who sees your brother the legitimate bastard as a saint. the alcohol on her breath that night was testimony to the storm she whirred pulling out the storm inside her.

my mother taught me to suffer in silence but her bitterness breaks me down and so, I speak up. she taught me she won't get walked on but still lets things slide by, turning a blind eye. our love isn't hugs and kisses secrets and stories it's distant and secretive, creeping through moments of concern and shared pains of being a woman.

my sister taught me unconditional love and reminded me that I cannot give up fighting because the world needs to be a better place for her. her growing body reminds me that the day she learns about womanhood is not more than a few years away and the world is not ready to have another girl unprepared, unaware, scared. and so, I must fight.

my friends taught me life is unpredictable, no bond is unbreakable but a racing heart, shaking hands and a text message can sometimes save a life. they've taught me a lot growing up I have known fighters and lovers suffering the same I have known believers and the faithless and many more but mostly I have known strength in these girls who have grown to be women. and there is no form more glorious than what they choose to be.

I have watched and learned and inhaled the scent of these women whose blood courses through my veins whose visions my eyes display whose thumping hearts pound on my sleeve because that's where hearts belong.