Our birthdays are born in blood and guts, in love and umbilical cords,
in two suns deciding to make a tiny moon.
We may not love the bodies we come into the world with,
but they are our birthrights.
We’re delivered wailing and flailing, kicking and screaming,
so remember that to this day, you still have the right to howl.
You still have the right to fight your way to true North,
to a better and safer home, just like your tiny limbs did
all those years ago inside the womb.
Because you may have been born in darkness, in an enclosed space,
but sometimes those very spaces
are the ones worth keeping.
It is both a blessing and a curse to come into being in a place
where the very person who made you is also the very person
who will cause your own death as a result-
being given breath is extraordinary,
but even the term breath-taking signifies great beauty.
It is your right to carry silence inside your bones
like you carried it through the rumblings of your mother’s stomach.
Because seeds that weather a thunderstorm
are the likeliest to sprout.
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Happy Birthright
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