To all the summers
Waiting for the sunrise to touch the earth
The fields of open wheat
The blankets of lights beside the moon overhead
The late nights
Dreaming
Writing
Speaking
To all the women
Told they are too shrill
Too emotional
Or just how to misbehave
Remember
The lamps do not have to cease
Or go out
Alabama
Also gave you
Zelda Fitzgerald
She is one of our own
And you are enough
On your own
Remember Z
Read her
Carry her with you
Think of her
And
Stop apologizing
For taking up space
And existing
Start living.
Regarding Samuel 