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Precious Stones by Lelia Thomas

We’ve been doing it for centuries now,
Like flowers multiplying among the fields,
New generations this body, this womb yields.
We are called by many names, but only some do we acknowledge.
We are the mothers, the wives and lovers, the sirens of the sea.

Oh little girls, pay head to our words.
You are pearls among the waters, polished to a purest shine,
With long hair falling down your back, rich and deep as wine.
Your eyes are made to mirror laughter, to sparkle under moonlight.
You are a princess, crowned with peace and glory.

Some may tell you how and what to become,
That you are called to a task among men of power–
To succeed as no other, that above them you must tower.
Yet, we tell you to be as simple or as great as you desire,
For behind every man is a woman, just as there are women warriors.

Every one of you, both barren and fertile alike,
You are all diamonds in the rough, precious and beautiful stones,
As worthy of the blade as of crowns to take to thrones.
For you are women, the vines from which mankind grows.
You are crowned with peace and glory, as our daughters.

Author’s Comments

Love your women and your daughters. Without them, you’d literally be nothing. At the same time, women value yourselves, so you may value men. We each have a role, and it is a beautiful one.