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.