I once believed everything they told me. I once believed in what they said. But now I know better, then to believe the lies they spread. Looking back on the shadow I used to be, ghostlike, I fluttered. Circling around the broken rumble of what they used to call a throne. Where they stood and made their dictates reknown. I really don't understand how or even why, for centuries they have felt the need to lie. To make a woman feel so insecure, about something so simple and so pure. Or why it was deemed a great sin, to shake your hips, twirl and spin... To be secure in beauty, was taboo at the least To be a woman in the midst of barely tamed beasts. Ravening wolves who tried to to eat the tender membranes of the intellectual "She", filling their bellies with the need. To try and kill out the existance of all that I have chosen to be... Dusty feet I shake off. I no longer care about your scoff's. I've met other queens, who have in good deed pulled me into a concious state, of what I missed and who I am that you tried to negiate. With hands thrown high and throaty cries I embrace who I am mixed heritage and holes in my past, African Indian Creole American... I love me at last. |
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