To My Daughter: I Refuse to Let Life Catch You Waiting for a Knight in Shining Armour; Instead, I Want to See You Stand Tall, Fists Raised and Nails Painted… If That’s Your Choice, But Always with Determination

To my child:
I wont have you idle, hoping for rescue.
I want you on your feetfists tight, nails chipped if you choose, but stained with the grit of battle.
Not fragile, weeping silently for what wasnt handed to you.
I love you fierce, even when your heart splinters.
A woman of the streets, not a polished displayone who sweats, aches, bends but never bows.
Not bitter, not whining.
Joyful. Unshaken. Crafting your world with bare hands, laughing at fools who doubt you.
Never submissive, never shrinking from discomfort.
Free. Voice unshaking, mind sharpshouting what matters, dismissing what doesnt.
Better wild with stories than “proper” and lifeless.
You need no crown.
Youre already royaltybut I love you as a witch:
Unyielding. Untouchable. A storm to those who clip wings.
Fighting for whats yours, steering your ship even clueless, learning mid-voyage.
This is how I love you.
Let the world step aside.
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**Bonus**
Remember: the world will dictate how to move, dress, speak, love.
Ignore it.
Your path is yours alone.
If you fall, dont conceal the bruiseflaunt it as courage.
Scars arent shame. Theyre proof of roads walked and miles left to go.
Keep company with those who cheer your rise, not sneer at stumbles.
If none are foundbe your own applause.
Perfection is hollow. Truth is power.
Walk. Run. Crawl. Just forge aheadalways free.
Never forget: in your veins runs my love,
the grit of women before you,
and the blaze of those to come.