Women are a wonderfully fantastic force.
We know the feeling of fear in the night,
that familiar heart pound
and how drums cry out in our eardrums
when the street is dark
and our heels are high.
But that's why we travel in packs,
so the keys don't lace between our fingers
and we don't cut our knuckles on the teeth.

We bite our cheeks
and our tongues
and draw blood
as we stay calm and silent,
because it's the quiet that is dangerous
and the most ominous.

We scream when we feel the need,
voices molten and biting,
breath like acid
and words like knives.
It's a blend of sensations,
stabbing and pulling
and disgustingly cold
that it burns up
from the inside out,
we let the anger consume us if need be,
because we are the titans that roam the earth.

We are there for each other,
arms outstretched
and wide,
inviting,
and warm,
delicate,
and it feels like home
when you curl into her.
When she pulls you close
and pets your hair,
smoothing down the strands,
and you can feel the tears pouring
and bleeding into her shirt
but she doesn't care
because you are more important.
We steady one another,
remind each other
that we are warriors,
light on our feet
and wonderfully deceiving.

Women are the ones who reminded me
through example
why I love what I love
and that I can fight for what I want in life.
Women are the ones who reminded me
that I can get to where I want to be in life.
Women are the ones who reminded me
that sometimes life doesn't go my way,
and it's okay to cry
so long as we get back up
and dust ourselves off again
and sprint full speed ahead once more.
Women are the ones who reminded me
that no matter the path I take
that it is a path,
and my path is important too.

Women are the ones who remind me
day in
and day out
to fight,
and to fight however I need to.