You tell me I am half Or maybe even less When I don’t dream your dreams Of how my life should be. But while you count my flaws And give advice, of course, You are the one who’s half By never knowing me.
I wrote this poem for one of the writing prompts my sister and I are doing this year. The inspiration? The countless North African women (and the few men) who have told me, whether directly or indirectly, that my worth is determined by my marital status and number of children.
But this poem is only part of the story. The sting of being under-appreciated for not ticking the “right” boxes has motivated me to find my worth in my Savior. I’m still learning; meanwhile, God has brought many others into my life who value me for being me.