If I have girls 
I’ll raise them to think they breathe fire,
To bite off way more than they can chew.
I’ll feed them truth until they’re bloated,
because we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.
I’ll tell them not to look down or to be scared to look around,
And to laugh as loud as they can,
Not to giggle but belly laugh.
I’ll tell them to be all the things I felt I couldn’t be, shouldn’t be, wouldn’t be.
To dust off the words that hurt them,
being careful not to get dirt caught in their lashes,
To be too busy batting them away,
And to know that they’re not just objects for a one time play.
I’ll tell my girls not to be led astray,
from their own dreams, their own goals
And if I have boys,
I’ll tell them all of this too,
As what’s true for girls should be true for them too.