If someone is something more than she,
she will not congratulate;she will not commend:
she will simply not see.
And that is the tragedy of being a woman.
Where in society, we are taught to compete
Not taught to love, up lift, connect, complete.
We need to believe in the beauty of others,
Their endurance, their wisdom, their strengths,
Even if they are not the same as our own.
Because we are all in this together.
We are sisters, comrades, warriors.
We all want to be loved.
So why not love each other?
Because when I see you, I see how your smile lights the room;
I see how your patience turns children into good people.
I see how your tenacity turns your dreams into reality.
I see how your strength turns tears into purpose.
And sister, I just wish you saw that in me too.
This free write has been inspired by my personal struggles, but also by what I see other women do and say to each other. It has left me feeling confused, hurt, and angry, among other things. I think if we start to have conversations about what it really means to be a woman in this society, and tear down expectations it has instilled in us, we can eventually learn to heal ourselves by respecting and eventually admiring one another.