To the woman I am today, I love you
I see you standing in the mirror,
With eyes both weary and wise,
Telling tales of a journey, unknown, unseen,
A voyage deep within; a quest to find the truth.

They’ve told you, “You’re not feminine, you’re masculine,”
As if these words could bind you,
As if they could box you in,
But oh, the power in your soul,
Knows no such boundaries, no such constraints.

Divorce the Lie

So go ahead and divorce the lie, my dear,
The one that whispers in your ear,
Telling you who you ought to be,
What you should wear, how you should speak,
It’s time to let go, to set yourself free.

Unshackle from these chains of expectation,
The weight of roles you never chose,
Stand tall in your own skin,
For your spirit is a canvas,
Painted with colours of your own design.

Marry the Truth

Now marry the truth, embrace it wholly,
For it is the beacon guiding you home,
To the woman you are, both soft and strong,
To the harmony within your own song.

Your femininity is not defined by others,
But by your courage, your love, your grace,
It lives in your laughter, your tears, your dreams,
In the strength to rise, and the wisdom to fall.

Celebrate Yourself

So celebrate this woman, fierce and free,
Honour the journey, honour the scars,
For they are the map of your heart’s adventure,
A testament to the battles you’ve won.

And remember, dear one,
You are the author of your own story,
A masterpiece in the making,
With a voice that will not be silenced,
A woman who has learned to marry the truth.

Love Aicha [eye-sha]

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