How can you believe that women are anything less than,

When your mother gave you a spine of fibreglass and a heart of malleable clay and pushed you to run a race that you didn’t train for. When she handed you an upside down version of reality and said: ‘forgive.’

When the women around you open their palms, their life-lines scarred by hungry people that have ripped them apart searching for redemption for a crime that has never been committed. They’ll arm you with their visions for a future where we can all breathe and say: ‘fight.’

When you, with a sense of self-worth that you wear proudly as a cloak, picture a younger self whose world has ground her down with insidious lies about her very essence. Say: ‘Women have the strength and depth of oceans.’