This one is for the sensitive souls
The girls who wear their bruises on their lips
The women who grasp the burden of feeling too much (and loving more)
The broken hearts that will never fully heal.
This, right here, is for the ones whose eyes’ lament the smallest cruelties
Who fight for justice in a hundred small ways
Who feel both the weight of the world
And its unbearable lightness.
This is for the ones whose hearts are broken by careless comments
And the ones who spend too much time reading between the lines
For the girls and the grown women who do take it to heart
And who will always wonder why.
This is for the sweetest of sweethearts
Who give and give and go out of their way
The ones who understand the language of the waves, the wind
And welcome the silence the darkness brings
This is for the ones who need to be told
“Do not go quietly into the night.”
This one is for you, for me, for us.
Believe me when I say, you are seen and you are heard
You make a difference in a thousand little ways
And the world needs you just the way you are.