There are those who will try and break you
shatter spirits shrouded in their own insecurities
Inflict wounds with splintered tongues
They will call you every name except your own
make you doubt your greatness.
They will compare you to Nina, Jessica, and Marie.
Make you question your beauty, as if your glory
could ever be contained in mere flesh and bone.
Why do you entertain such vernacular?
When yours is the back where aspirations are born
the roadmap to creativity and ambition
the house of the holy and divine.
Your hips will give life to the future.
Your lips will inspire revolution.
You are Hera, Athena, and Isis.
Goddess is your birthright.
Make them kneel to you in prayer.
Plant roots on soil coveted by Gods.
Establish your foundation in this life and the next.
Remind them that you were born from star dust
so the next time they forget your name
tell them you are royalty
and make them bow their heads