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If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, Because evey night I tell her about you.

You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again”

When you are 13 years old, the heat will be turned up too high and the stars will not be in your favor. You will hide behind a bookcase with your family and everything left behind. You will pour an ocean into a diary. When they find you, you will be nothing but a spark above a burning bush, still, tell themDespite everything, I really believe people are good at heart. When you are 14, a voice will call you to greatness. When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen. They don’t know the sound of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor, use your sword, use your two good hands. Do not let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat. You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism. Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation like a broken heart. When you are 15, you will be punished for learning too proudly. A man will climb onto your school bus and insist your sisters name you enemy. When you do not hide, he will point his gun at your temple and fire three times. Three years later, in an ocean of words, with no apologies, you will stand before the leaders of the world and tell them your country is burning. When you are 16 years old, you will invent science fiction. The story of a man named Frankenstein and his creation. Soon after you will learn that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying than monsters, but don’t worry. You will be remembered long after they have put down their torches. When you are 17 years old, you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig one right after the other. Men will be afraid of the lightening in your fingertips. A few days later you will be fired from the major leagues because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball” You will turn 18 with a baby on your back leading Lewis and Clark across North America. You will turn 18  and become queen of the Nile. You will turn 18  and bring justice to journalism. You are now 18, standing on the precipice, trembling before your own greatness. This is your call to leap. There will always being those who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound of your own heartbeat. You are the first drop of a hurricane. Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed by all the little girls still living in secret, writing oceans made of monsters and throwing like lightening. You don’t need to grow up to find greatness. You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be. The world laid out before you to set on fire. All you have to do is burn.