She Is Rising

I refuse to be caged by the dark ideals set for me before I was born.

I am not a prop.

I am not an ornament or a blow-up doll.

Do NOT tell me to smile or to calm down.

Do NOT suppress me with oily perversion.

My body is not an amusement park to be played with.

I am not hysterical or overreacting.

My anger is VALID and cannot be contained.

This body is a divine vessel full of healing light and fierce love.

This voice is my own

AMPLIFIED and ECHOING through multiple timelines

By the glass shattering collective screams of the The Mother.

She IS rising.