Silver strands woven into my hair
Finally growing into the body I always felt I was
older than my years inside
younger than my peers outside
with curves that called the flesh
and a mind that rejected the thought
of a permanent shallow existence
always older than my years
younger than I needed to look
always enough, but feeling not good enough
It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness
anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,
disillusion, honesty, to finally
fully realize, it was social conditioning
In a world of men, women can think too
I was never too loud or too much
I was always more than enough
Now it is your turn
To Hush
A letter on behalf of my Mother to her younger self.
The Grind 