A letter to you for a word/sentence.

To you, for every time a woman said no. I need you to listen. When I was ten, my mom thought it was important for me to learn two things - one, that tomatoes weren't vegetables and two, that 'no' is a sentence. Being a writer, I am going to give my memory a metaphorical reference for you to become a better human. Read this, become better and then find me. Okay? Here you go....

With my skin burned away, I’m still human.

This poem is for everyone who had lost something from their own body. For those whose skin has burnt away or soul has taken residence in a cold closet. This is also for everyone else. All of us need to hear this. It goes something like this - "I cannot begin to imagine...."