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Dear Woman,

Life comes in threes:

Who gave you life. Who you bring into this life. And you.

The first two are usually the most talked about.

Maybe it’s because they usually last the longest,

or maybe it’s because society makes you think

that your life isn’t valid

unless you’re giving it to someone else.

Too many women spend too much

of their lives at a bus stop,

at the corner of the block where they grew up,

with everything they own,

everything they’ve learned,

crammed in three suitcases,

a book bag, and a cardboard box

with “fragile” written on every side.

Waiting.

Waiting to be picked up and taken away

by a knight in shining armor, like a damsel in distress,

like the last five-year-old to be picked up from school.

It’s time to get you off that corner.

If you can’t go home, go somewhere else,

and make it home.

Sit on your couch with your favorite book,

a glass of wine, and a candle.

Unbothered.

What good is giving your life to someone else,

if you haven’t even given it to yourself?