Thank you Chuck Palahniuk, for allowing me the freedom to say fuck and know that it still means something. You are the writer I aspire to be.
Thank you Dorothy Parker, for making it ok for a lady to not always have to write about ladylike things. You are the poet I aspire to be.
Thank you, Nikki Giovanni, for making tasty poetic words drip off pages right onto my tongue. You are the teacher I aspire to be.
Thank you Pablo Neruda, for the versions of love I connect with the most. You are the lover I aspire to be.
Thank you Stan Lee, for making a world where I can see myself in the darkest of villains and the brightest of heroes. You are the genius I aspire to be.
Thank you Aretha Franklin, for singing poetry to me and letting me know it’s okay to cry and scream it out and it’s even better to get respect. You are the diva I know that I already am.