This is a time for us. Women’s voices wrapped around you and me, daughter. Banishing the men and sitting in our own selves. I will tell you about our strength, resilience.
When did “ductile” become pejorative? To be stretched thin without snapping. To become a wire and hold together. To be shaped and reshaped without losing an atom of matter. Nothing gullible or docile about this property, remember: your form is not what you are.
My girl, we do not break. We bend, we remold, we stretch to the edges of the sky. And stay so malleable that we may coil around this life until beauty is the only possibility.