give away. Rather than wait, she stretches her
arms toward the things she wants. The future:
an intersection with too many street signs.
She makes her own road map; she goes
fearlessly, shamelessly. The secret
recipe is, Put one foot in front of the other.
Don't stop. She is doing it. The password
is, Work hard. Be kind. She wants to make,
so she does. She doesn't count those
who take note. She was born with all
the keys already in her hands. Imagine:
creating because it's possible, not because
it's profitable, clearing the path for others
gaining the boldness to follow behind. Her
spine is a braid of steel; her hands, open. She
has what the world needs, so she births more
and gives it, until her arms are overflowing.
