The girl sitting on the bench across from me at the mall has long black hair
her ears are plugged with the noise of music and she is silently nodding along
her lips moving ever so slightly to a sound only she can hear.
Across from her is a woman with curves wearing a crop top
and high rise jeans strutting with a confidence beyond her years
she knows she is beautiful and dares every wandering eye to challenge that.
I used to work with a girl with electric blue locks and tattoos along her arms
she spoke her mind and lived fearlessly even while
the shadows danced behind her eyes she never asked for permission to exist.
There was a girl in my school with braids down her back wearing
skirts that dropped to her feet her body always a secret
she kept to herself like a promise.
The smartest girl I know has blonde hair and wears bright red lipstick
on her mostly silent lips
when she speaks you always learn something new –
she is years younger than me.
The mirror shows a girl I will never see as the world does but
her blue eyes glisten and I know she means well when she leans close and whispers
‘you are enough’
I want her to scream those words so that every woman may hear her
you are enough
shouted from the roof tops of every building in every city
each girl sitting straight and standing tall
knowing her body is her body and her mind is her mind
and she is and always will be