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I Will Raise My Daughter To Be A Goddess, Not A Doormat. {poetry}

I will raise my daughter to be a goddess, not a doormat.

To speak her mind.

To make eye contact.

To know that she’s been given a voice for a reason,

And that action is what gives word meaning.

 

I will raise my daughter to speak two languages,

And to have expectations.

To wear her heart where people can see it.

To have patience.

 

I will raise my daughter to see the good in everyone.

To give two shits about our differences.

To read the New York Times and listen to NPR.

To call bullshit on ignorance is bliss.

 

I’ll raise my daughter to take healthy risks.

To choose chance over regret.

To chase the untold stories and the people she’s never met.

To be grateful for her privileges.

 

I will raise my daughter to know she’s beautiful.

That it’s her right to glow.

That her tiara is permanent.

That she doesn’t earn worth because she was born with it.

I will teach her that heartache is just as much a blessing as love is.

 

I will raise my daughter to be a goddess, not a doormat.

Teach her that fear is something you run at,

And that brokenness is just a temporary growing pain.

An opportunity for rebirth.

 

I’ll teach my daughter about compromise,

But that she decides.

About advocacy birthed from empathy,

And that everybody eventually needs somebody.

 

I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things.

Let her know that God is not a requirement.

I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her,

And that she decides whom she spends her life with.

 

I will raise my daughter to be a goddess, not a doormat.

To be a force to be reckoned with.

To speak her mind authentically.

To honor her opinion,

But not hand it out recklessly.

 

I’ll teach my daughter that qualified is a myth.

There are no rules for writing truth.

That she doesn’t have to ask permission to be herself.

That perfectionism has the potential to ruin all good things.

 

I will teach my daughter to swing 100 times.

To get up, to fight, and to always try.

To fiercely love with confidence,

Even when it feels like it’s a dying cause.

 

I’ll teach her to know it’s okay to ask something of this world.

To know it’s her right to expect something of herself.

That she’ll have to overcome.

That she’ll be told she’s not good enough.

 

But I’ll teach her that that’s a ridiculous lie,

Because she was born and raised to be divine.

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ChelseyReardonChelsey Reardon has a heart for truth and women who haven’t met theirs yet. She’s an advocate for coffee and conversation. She tries to speak like she writes — honest and with minimal F-bombs. She gives a shit about Yoga, body image, and self-love. She believes the sky is the limit, you just need to build the ladder. Follow Chelsey on Instagram. She’d love to social-hang.

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