Reflection after reading Maya Angelou's Letter To My Daughter
Tears poured as I felt the presence of Maya's support,
or the support of women like her.
All my ancestors who wished, sacrifices and prayed me into this moment...
Help me, please.
Help me use my power.
Help me illuminate the path for others."
My once wet tears hardened,
tightening my skin.
"Maybe I am great," I thought to myself.