the day after the day after the day after the day after the day the Magi came

there is no doubt this year
all the conditions to get rid of this painful,
debilitating layer of skin have ripened.

a layer of skin, a false self, skillfully factored
to grow with my younger self as the abuse
and the violence were denied all together.

what else could a woman experience
when patriarchy was label human nature?

even though it was believed that I could be manipulated
with lies and dirty secrets, there was always
this muffled voice within that said otherwise.

and now that I hear her fully, that I saw with my own eyes that
she is not a murderous, treacherous witch that must be burned,
or just a pussy to grab, there is a new vibrancy
that is dancing me to my core.

my light driven core.