Sunday poetry: for my women, with love
Words for every single one of us
I thought about this piece yesterday while tanning on a delicious beach near Rome, sipping what can only be called an iconic Aperol spritz. As I sipped, felt the sun’s rays deeply, and listened to my new Spotify playlist—“Latin Party”—I felt called to write:
A wish, from one woman to another
I wish we could all see it How absolutely exquisite we all are How our energy moves the winds of humanity— nurtures them, creates them. I wish more women could express themselves as they are, show the world their pure selves without fear. I wish more women would speak out, shout, fight, demand our freedom— in relationships, in families, through the government, everywhere. I wish more women would support each other. It’s not a competition. It really isn’t. I wish the mothers would be less hard on themselves— giving so much, doing so much in a broken system. Oh, how I wish we could all see: women united are stronger. Our village is everything. And some experiences in life simply can’t be understood by men. They are so feminine. So painful at times, so raw. I wish we wouldn’t be scared to make that choice: say that “no,” change that path. I wish we’d stop critiquing our bodies so much— never feeling satisfied, never feeling perfect, even hating ourselves, at times. I deeply wish, for each one of us, to follow our own path, to build that courage, to shine, to be different, to stop trying to fit into all those boxes where we were never meant to fit. I wish…
A song for you
I want to share an exquisite new song by an incredible Colombian artist. It fits beautifully with this Sunday edition.
I recommend listening to it loud—like really loud—in your kitchen, bathroom, or while getting ready for a new, wonderful day.
Stay wild,
Isabella