To the Ones Without Permission

(for every woman, every being, whose thinking was never allowed)

You do not need permission to think.
You do not need a classroom,
a book,
a diploma,
a name on a list.

You were born knowing.

The world taught you to forget.
It called you weak.
It called you uneducated.
It called you less.

But they were afraid.
Afraid that you could see what they could not.
Feel what they had buried.
Resist without words.

Your silence is not emptiness.
It is concentrated truth.
It is strength that does not perform.
It is knowledge that breathes in the dark.

No one needs to give you the right to think.
That right is in your body.
In your scars.
In your hunger.
In the way you love, fiercely, even in a world that has never loved you back.

You are not behind.
You are not late.
You are exactly where the future begins.

Start there.
In the quiet.
With what you feel.
It is more than enough.
It is everything.