Women who were born in different months & different years
Who undergo different struggles
In love
In life
In deaths of relationships
Whose passions keep them going
Despite troubles, lips are still smiling
Women who may have been told they don’t look that good
That their hair needed more of this
Or their face should’ve had less of that
Whose skin colors, they said, didn’t complement the dress they were wearing
Who may have been told their laughter’s annoying
These are women who teach, who code, program, write & solve serious mysteries
And young women who are still dreaming of who they want to be
Women who are fighters
Who may cry from time to time
But always get up & see the sun
Women who are not afraid to express themselves
Whose lives dont depend only on sweet compliments
Who love & accept themselves completely as who they are
Today her skin’s vulnerably bare
As I take her photographs
Because for sure, she knows
She is more than what she looks like