There’s a system,
Causing women
To run the rat race.
Fixated on keeping a pretty face,
As we fix our thighs, abs, and waists.
What have you tried to contain?
Maintain?
Pretend that you're perfect,
Is there ever an end game?
We’ve bought the lie
That our power lies
In how desirable we are.
We’ve been told
Our own pleasure is scandalous
But the scandal
Is keeping us chained.
Woman, when was the last time you really let yourself
Wonder
What is it you want?
(We barely know our own needs)
Please,
We play small
Forgetting the fact we’re all queens.
Listen dear daughter,
Awake oh sister,
Arise! And shine for your light has come.
Dare to dream, take up space
Your longings can’t be erased.
You’re not too late,
The time has come
For you to take your place.
What is it you want?
What’s been calling your name?
What brings you to life?
What can’t be contained?
Pay attention,
Find the spark,
The movement inside.
Desire is the holy flame
We cannot risk to hide.
WHEW! This is a war cry + hymn all bound up as one. Thank you for what all it took friend for you to call this forth from yourself. It was like the blast of a sabbathing shofar of redemption + resistance.