Get Up, Daughter

I heard Him say today

When he used my mom’s words to convey

A zealous spiel in a desperate appeal 

“Enough, get up, get off your knees, my love",

The ground quivers before the altitude of your dreams  

Dust off these gathered fears

Their matte burns in your lustrous schemes

I haven’t created a fish that couldn’t take the weight of deep waters

Sons that couldn’t walk the miles to salvation

Nor have I created any such daughters 

With what right do you question the caliber 

That I have imbibed when I seeded you

That I have nurtured when I suckled you 

That I have molded when I taught you

To not lie down for stampeding eventualities

And not resign to woven fates

If you can’t do it for you,

Find an excuse and make it a reason,

Do it for the clouds that follow your seasons

And the sunsets that persevere 

Do it for the seas awaiting your steer to guide them in the clear

Find the strength of your wings and the resilience of your spine 

Get up, get up, dust off, fly, your story composes

To not fixate on the thorns

When I crafted you for a bed of roses