Let Words be Your Crown


Dear Daughter,

When you are older

I will teach you to look for

All the words a person has said

How it laces into a person’s clothes

Tattoos across skin

And weaves into the hair on their head


I’ll teach you to see the difference between

Poison Hemlock and Queen Anne’s Lace

One deadly to touch, the other an herb of grace

Braided into the crown of flowers

Each person wears so proudly

With the same smile on their face


And then you’ll be able to ask yourself

Are they still beautiful?



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