To My Future Daughter

To my future daughter. If a man doesn’t understand that you are human, stand as tall as a Goddess and laugh in his face 'til your stomach feels like rocks. Take one of those rocks and throw it out the window. It will hit someone better than him. Do not ever let a man raise his voice at you if he has cut off your tongue. If he has cut off your tongue, take his as a replacement and watch him choke on the blood before walking away. If a man raises his fist at you, wrap his hand in bubble wrap and ship it up his ass. The world will try to shrink you, stomp on the world. The world will try to put you in a box, decorate the box and use it as storage for your belongings instead. If a man asks you if you’re on your period, punch him in the face and ask him if his nose is bleeding. If a man catcalls you, meow very loudly until he leaves. If someone makes you feel bad for crying, put salt in their contact solution. If a man tells you to smile more, replace his toothpaste with vagisil. If a teacher doesn’t let you go to the bathroom, crinkle the tampon wrapper next to their ear. If you see any of these things happen to me and all I do is turn into stone, call me out on it. Tell me I am not the mother you need. Tell me I am weak. Tell me, “If you cannot stand for yourself, how can you expect me to?”