I taught her to pray, because she will need it on her journey. I taught her to pray because it’s what I do best. I taught her to pray, because I won’t always be there for her to lean on. I taught her to pray so she will learn to always be her best.
We all share legacies and give gifts to our children. Sometimes we fail and it affects them, sometimes it builds them up. Sometimes we succeed and give them all their heart’s desire; sometimes with all our success is when they give up.
I believe in giving, but we must be careful of what we give. If I give you something you can’t use then that’s something you shouldn’t have received.
I taught her to pray, to give herself the inner strength to sustain and endure, the drive to keep her going, the courage to do more. I taught her to pray just like my mother did and her mother before.
I taught her to pray, to carry on a legacy that a strong woman is more than the degree she attained or the labels she wore. She’s more than her failures or teenage pregnancies, one, two three or more. She more than any abuse, rape, racism, sexism or stigmatization.
She is more than the tears she cry or that big rock on her finger. She is more than the cockroaches walking around her room without paying rent or the penthouse she owns in the tower. I taught her strength, hope, patience, love perseverance, power and peace. I taught her to pray and like an eagle she will soar. I taught her to be a Queen.