Ode to the Women Who Believed in Me

I want to write a poem

to the woman who spent

20 minutes talking to me about art

when she definitely didn’t have to.

Her husband awkwardly shuffling to the side

as we rant about printing

and lettering

and carving.

The artist within me

shining

like the Christmas lights

in the street.

I want to write a poem

to the woman who told me

to keep taking pictures,

pair them with the words

that mean so much to me.

She saw what potential I have to create

and wasn’t afraid to show me

what she saw.

I want to write a poem

to the woman who listened

and cared

even when she didn’t have to.

She was always there to hear me

when I needed it most.

I want to write a poem

to the woman who

took deep breaths

and large sighs

when the entire class complained

about sharing their pieces to each other

even though this is a creative writing class

and she is the teacher.

She was so patient and kind

and inspired me to keep writing

and be curious.

I want to write a poem

to the woman who

when I shared the story of when my cousin

died two summers ago,

smiled warmly and said

“Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I wanted to reply back,

“Thank you for listening.”

I want to write a poem

to the woman who taught me

how to breathe.

Who sat me down and said,

“You are going to thrive here.

I can already tell.”

I want to write a poem

to all the women

who believed in me.

Who listened to me.

Who kept me going,

kept me creating,

helped sustain my soul

when I was down on my luck.

Saw the light that bursts from within my chest,

harnessed it into a fire,

and caused me to burn brighter than

the sun.

Who saw my star burning out

and fused themselves with me

to create a supernova

everyone can see.

Who fashioned a crown

and called me a king.

Who listened.

Who cared.

I want to tell all of you

that I am so incredibly grateful

to have met you and to

thank you

for listening.

Thank you.

I’m a young aspiring writer trying to figure out life. (She/her)

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