There will be days
you forget who you are.
You’ll long for the girl you used to be,
but you’ve already made it this far.
Some days,
you might not even try.
You’ll close your eyes against
that bright, blinding light.
But the seeds that your grandmother planted
will be a shade for you.
And the seeds that your mother sowed
will be a lesson for you.
“Will you water them, baby?
Will you trim back their weeds?
Will you let them show you
how to be strong and stand tall,
not let those bad ones take her leaves?
When you’re pulled this way and that
and you don’t know which side you’re on,
look up,
look up!
There will be a light that comes through
that canopy of love.
Oh, look up,
look up
to see the truth.
It has always been inside of you.”
