To my baby girl,

You are allowed to cry without being called emotional.

I want you to know that you can be gentle and nurturing without being a stereotype.

You can be rough and loud without being categorized as “not feminine enough”

You can wear a dress or cargo pants, and I’d love you all the same.

You can cut your hair or dye it blue, and I’ll tell you that just makes you more “you”

The spark I see in you will light up the same cities that try and dim you.

You are strong my darling, and I know this because I see myself in you.

It’s the same drive that will make you a fighter,

Even when you think the world is against you.