Daily Poem: What Will I Tell My Daughter When She Boils ~ Salma Deera

August 3, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

What Will I Tell My Daughter When She Boils
~ Salma Deera

When your knees turn into belt buckles, let them buckle softly. It is better than crumbling. When you feel like a teapot that has been whistling since 20 BC, take yourself off the stove. Let yourself cool, you do not always have to be boiling. Prepare yourself like you are lemon tea. Whoever said you couldn’t have your cake and eat it didn’t know that it was okay to care about yourself like this. And I will not say it is okay for you to be selfish, because you are not being selfish. It is not your job to be a plate. It is not your job to serve. You are a tectonic plate—you do what you like with your world.

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