Dear sister

You will see others fade

You’ll grow up and find the roses you knew

to be ripped from the ground.

Other sisters will be shooting stars

And they’ll fall slowly, painfully

It will hurt you as well

You’ll see lions chase them down

and tear them apart,

and the lions grow hungry,

and they’ll blame you for that.

Don’t become the last of your species

Don’t let the lions hunt you down.

 

Dear mother  

Your baby girl that you knew well

That changed your life when you held her

When you watched her grow

Was about to be caught by the lions

She fell

like a bird with a broken wing.

And now that you caught her

She’ll be looked at with fear

And with pure rage

For flying strong

For demanding respect

For refusing to become prey.

Don’t let her be hunted by lions.

 

Dear baby girl,

When you arrive in this world

You’ll be dressed in lace and ribbons

And you will be cherished

Then later on you’ll see

that you have to prove your worth

others won’t have to,

just you.

Soon you’ll be taught that lions smell fear

They’ll make you feel less like a person

And more like prey

And your body won’t be yours any longer

It’s for them to devour.

Baby girl, now it’s up to you,

It’s up to you to hunt the lions.