This is for all who have felt unheard, unwitnessed, and shutdown after opening, expanding, and bearing heart and emotion—who were met with slight to defiant oppression of their heart’s choices:
It’s a man’s world
The saying goes
Feel the need to tell me so.
When I was like you—I did this,
Follow your lead?
Don’t begin again,
Don’t question your inner thoughts—
Watch—I’m doing it
Why do you question me so?
Don’t you trust in me,
My way of being?
It’s okay when we disagree,
But sisterly is what I will always plea.
See me as I am—
Wholly and weeping,
Breaking my heart
Into decipherable pieces.
I need to play the devil
To your heart’s advocate.
There is no way your heart
Knows its etiquette.
Follow the footsteps of the ones who know,
The stoned faced women who have lost their glow.
Their essence does still flow—
To express their desires that lay on the fringe.
Cry their imprisoned souls,
Breaking backwards where awareness flows.
Held together with blusher and hue
We see one another with a view,
For each has stepped before the other—
Begin living a life of acceptance of self. Expand and shed your former self and move toward your brighter light.
Editor: Lieselle Davidson