Liberation
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Even as the old crumbles away
I can feel the tiny tendrils pull of past conditioning
Making a final attempt at domination
Even as I start to find my wings and fly
There is a treacherous wind that knocks me from side to side
I must be strong and centered in this storm
I must sway and be a flexible form amongst the pillars of rigidity
Who I am is a f*ck you to the patriarchy
Who I am is a rebellion to the strict structures
I belong. I am worthy of being.
Here.
I am my own validation
My own accepted norm
Amongst the shoulds and shouldn'ts, the shame frail forms
I stand tall in my truth
And call my body my throne