Advice to my beautiful teenage granddaughter by Jude kyrie

you are a woman honey.

If you grow up to be the type of woman
That men want to look at.
Well let them look at you
Show them what a real woman looks like.
Let's thier eyes learn your wonderful power.

If you grow up to be the type of woman
That men want to touch.
Well if it's right for you let them 
But understand why they want to.
Are they reaching for a drug 
or
A drink a fix to loneliness.
Or Are are they reaching to touch you
Your beautiful  heart your spiril
your tender beauty inside.
That wants to help every hurt animal
Or every lost soul.

You are a strong woman  not made of 
Excuses promises and metaphors.
You are a Woman.

If you grow up the kind of woman
That men want to hold.
Well if it's right let them hold you.
Let them hold you as the woman 
Who is smart equal and strong.

Not as the Oracle that can fix their
Lost identity with all the answers.
You don't have them.
You are a Woman not a crutch.
Or a drink of wine
Ore a rose petal.
Help him stand 
upon his own feet.
Not on yours.

If you grow up 
to be the kind of woman
Men want to love.
That's ok 
let them love you.
Just know the difference
between being loved
And falling in love yourself.

Falling in love
is flying to the planets.
When you have never left 
the one traffic light town.
It is breathing the air
at the top of mountains
Where eagles fly.

And if it falls down
and love flies away.
Do not break up with 
its crumbling dust.
Remember 
you have seen the planets.
Been to mountain tops.
They will always be beautiful.
And love
will always be beautiful as well.
when it calls again.

You will know you are not just 
looking for a place to be.
And that you are that place.
A place to be shared with a worthy lover.
Who knows and loves your power
And the magnificent life you can build
With your woman's  hands
And strong woman's heart.