To think about the road leading to you, strong, ambitious, courageous woman.

To think about the scars brought to you in the form of body shaming, being told that you weren’t good enough, being shown the flaws of what yesterday saw when it was today.

I see you.

Driven to depression because of voices louder than mine in my own head, lead astray, in darkness I cried, day and night, held down by shackles formed by my own insecurities.

I see you.

With a bottled past that drives you into a corner where you don’t belong, no one belongs here but here you are…

In the corner of depression, driven here by those who wanted to ensure that you feel less than what you are…

I uplift you.

Just because you don’t fit in does not mean you don’t belong.

Grow, strong, bright, knowing that you,my reflection, are the sun, you are a planet yet you don’t have a moon, instead your moons give life in the form of planets.

You are not a piece of the puzzle but the puzzle in its entirety.

They tried to put out your fire before you saw how brightly you shine because you, my African queen, are greatness, the type of greatness they fear.