Remember

Remember, before you think,

that you are allowed to, call a girl, a woman, weak,

that when your younger self was hurt or scared,

your mother would be the first person who you would seek.

And no matter what,

she would be there by your side,

and she stood like a rock

protecting you from every tide.  

Remember, before you think,

that you are allowed to call a girl, a woman, weak,

that when on the playground you were pushed,

for you, your sister was the one who dared to speak.

She would be there, at your call,

no matter, what things unresolved and unfinished on her mind,

she was the one who helped you on,

when yourself tormented you would find.

Remember, before you believe,

that a girl, a woman is weak,

that when you felt the sky was too high,

it was the women around you,

who gave you your wings to fly.