To find hope amidst all chaos.

To look ahead when all others look away.

To keep your head while others lose theirs.

To dare to love a man like Eve and the forbidden apple.

To seek not beauty in your reflection but within the earthly soil where you have once stood.

To simmer hate as high as the heels you wear to bars.

To welcome tomorrow’s rain even when there are no crops left to water.

To not shave your head for gains that only end with tomorrow’s sunset.

To find comfort in the inevitable strains of self-doubt even amidst the fear of losing.

To laugh out loud with the oblivious, but not so loud as to mute yesterday’s lessons.

To seek truth in mortality, inclusive of the ones who remain in the shadows, yet not too greedy to hunt after the divine.

To draw tomorrow’s happiness with children’s coloured pencils, not yesterday’s tears.

To be a frequent visitor to science, but never so often that you become a stranger to sewing a man's boxers.

To set a timer on your youth that ticks as long as you love unconditionally.

To join the men who tailgate the blessings under your bottom cheeks and all the way to your neighbours’ doorsteps.

To stray from the successes of foes and follow only the compass kept from your childhood.

To continue nurturing your ponytail’s ends with grace and virtue, even while others dig at your roots.

To pour your love into kneading dough and baking it with the finest technology in town. And if you wish hard enough, it might finally be handcrafted by you.

Then and only then, will you finally become a true woman— a Superhuman.