No.

You know how everybody else's first word was "yes"?
And yours was "no".
They looked at you funny.
"Who is this little thing, wide eyed with her little knuckles balled into a fist?"

You know back then everybody was trying to get you to say "yes"?
And you looked at them straight into their eyes and kept saying "no".
They looked at you laughingly.
"Who is this little cutie, eyebrows so strong  it formed a mountain?"

You know how they tried to give you dolls so you would give in and say "yes"?
And you stood up straight, feet planted like roots of a banyan tree, and you shouted "no!".
They looked at you annoyed.
"Who is this little brat, her voice so little but her roar so loud?"

You know how you were a tiny human of only two?
And I watched how at that moment you grasp the world by your hands.
Realizing what you believe is what you're fighting for.
Knowing your sights are fixed to the top of the mountains.
And your roar will pave the trails.

Cause I have lived before you in a world where everyone echoes it's surroundings.

Like jumbled words bouncing off cushioned walls in a room full of psychotics.
In a world where saying "yes" gets you to sleep at night.
Then as you wake up, the very first word that forms in your mouth will again be "yes".
And that's how everyone kept their life turning.

Kept their life sane, at least.

But you,
Not you.

That will never be you.

So, my Child.
Go on.
Shout "no!".
Climb hills.
Plant a piece of yourself wherever you stand.
Move that man made mountain they thought would've stopped you.
Cause you,
You my strong fisted tall standing eager sighted warrior,
You were born as a woman.
And you,
You my child will break the echoes.
And they'll remember you as that woman who stood up and said "no".
Cause I do.
And even if no one will march passionately and proud beside you.
I will.

Cause you,
You my child,
Had what I never dared to dream.

The strength to say "no"
.

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