I Am the Daughter of a Giant
A Love Poem to My Mother
I am the daughter of a giant.
Her strength?
In my bones.
Her dreams?
They beat in my chest.
Her fight?
Pulses through my veins.
She didn’t raise me to whisper.
To flinch.
To make myself small.
She broke herself
So I could be whole.
Starved her wants
So my hunger had a name:
More.
Her ceiling?
My launchpad.
To live bold.
To live loud.
To live fully.
Her silence?
I break—
Not with noise,
But with truth.
Not to cut,
But to rise.
I speak
Because I can.
Because she couldn’t.
Not to impress—
But to express.
She walked through fire
So I could walk free.
She struggled—
So I could soar.
Not as a spectator,
But as a warrior.
Even if I shake.
Even if I stumble.
I stand.
One life.
My life.
I am the daughter of a giant.
And giants?
We rise.
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My mama broke herself to build me a floor.
Now I BADE—Be Anything, Do Everything—because she made it possible.
I am the daughter of a giant.
And I don’t shrink.
And you?
Whose strength is in your bones?
Whose dreams beat in your chest?
Who do you owe your light to?
And more importantly—this life, your life,
what do you choose
Spectator or warrior?
Remember, we are the daughters of giants,
Let’s honor the women before us—
Xo-Mic
