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‘For the Dorias of the World': Chicago Mom's Poem Inspired by Meghan Markle's Mother During Royal Wedding Goes Viral

“For all the Dorias of the world,” she began

While many watching the royal wedding live over the weekend saw designer hats, celebrity guests and history in the making, Lesle Honore saw something more personal.

She saw a single mother beaming with pride, alone but victorious as she watched her biracial daughter become royalty.

“This opposite of the expectation of what a family is supposed to look like, paired with the expectation of what royalty is supposed to look like," said Honore, who watched the live coverage from her bed with her daughters beside her.

“It was a lot of pride as well in seeing [Doria Ragland] in that journey and seeing her walk in that space,” she said. “It was emotional for me. It was joyous and it felt very familiar.”

Honore is preparing for her oldest daughter to graduate high school.

“Going through these milestones alone and seeing Doria go through it alone - it was bittersweet,” she said. “I know what it feels like and I couldn’t imagine going through it on that platform.”

Honore, a 41-year-old mother from Chicago’s South Side, took her emotions and began expressing them in the only way she knew how – by writing a poem.

“For all the Dorias of the world,” she began. “Who will sit alone at graduations and weddings, at baseball games and school plays, at proms and award ceremonies…Who will carry the load of everything.”

The words poured out of her and when she was done, she knew she needed to share it.

“When I read it again I was like, ‘Nope it’s done,’” said Honore, who has previously authored a poetry book titled ‘Fist & Fire: Poems that inspire action and ignite a passion.’

She posted it to Facebook the next morning not knowing the reaction she’d get.

Three days later, Honore’s words have been shared more than 28,000 times with another 56,000 reactions.

“I know this is going to sound really corny but I’m really validated and really human,” she said. “To hear so many other men and women talk about their experiences as single parents and feel validated through my poem is really great.”

She’s also hoping the interest in her writing can inspire others to use the art form.

“I hope… more than anything, I hope for conversations about the art and how important it is for our youth to have different ways to express themselves,” she said. “That is a lovely way to process, to connect, to express and we can do that and all of us can find unity in it.”

She ends her poem with a message to others out there like her.

"For the Dorias, free spirited and strong, who know they are never alone, who know there is a matriarchal militia marching with them," she wrote. "I raise my glass to all of us. Salud." 

Read her full poem below. 

For the Dorias of the world

Who will sit alone

At graduations and weddings

At baseball games and school plays

At proms and award ceremonies

Who will carry the load

Of everything

Wiping tears

And celebrating

School projects

And first heartbreaks

Who stay up all night

Helping write papers and college apps

The mothers who silently

Create a universe for their children

Launching pads to toss them in to the

Solar system

With hands wide open to grab

All the stars their hearts desire

The Dorias who always leave space

For a father’s redemption

Knowing it may never come

Because they have spent a life time

Patching their children back together

Picking up the crushed spirits

Rebuilding them with love

This is for the Dorias

Who will watch as their legacies

Take steps towards their own journeys

Armed with love

Armed with hope

Armed with strength

That the years of struggle

Lack

Survival

Forged onto their souls

And for the children

Who have watched their mothers

Make a life out of thin air

A dollar out of 15 cents

Who have seen ceilings shattered

Barriers leapt over

And are covered in black girl magic

They know that there is

no limit

To their dreams

To success

that hard work can’t achieve

No trial that last forever

They have learned to

Weather the storms

Know for certain that the sun will come

Warm their faces

And illuminate their paths

The way their mothers have

From their first breath

For the Dorias

In that last car ride

Driving to your children’s

Next adventure

For the Dorias

Free spirited

And strong

Who know they are never alone

Who know there is a

Matriarchal militia marching

With them

I raise my glass to all of us

Salud

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