Zelda

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.