Let us offer up a prayer to Hera, to keep safe
The girls who fear themselves undeserving;
who fancy they will always be undesired.
And also the women who see themselves
as plodders, untidy and unprepossessing;
those who strive for love but are unseen.
Let them learn unashamedly
to respect their own yearnings
that reach beyond a mundane clasp.
Let’s hear it for the unfaithful,
the unhinged, the unflinching -
women who break out from the frame
of the unvalued or the unexpected.
Underestimated, they reap havoc
with their nonconformity, unable
to stifle a yawn, a scream, a laugh.
And let us include the so-called unsightly,
the unattractive, the unexceptional
whose stories remain unwritten,
until unloosening the hair and removing
the spectacles, they stand in the light
uncertainly holding a book, or a rose or a gun.
Let’s relook at the unheroic, the unvictorious;
the sisters, the mothers, aunts and best friends;
The Charlottes, the Helens, the Idas, the Eves.
Let them unequivocally rejoice unabashed
loving themselves, they are never never unloved.