Mourn the disappearance of your sisters
unleash your anger before the power exercised over you
let the subjugation your existence carries sit in your stomach
and do not shy away to look at it in the eyes:
let the fire consume
all that was once ideal.
Embrace the red of your cheeks
the glitter in your fingertips
the ethereal of the divine
the divine within the feminine.
Understand the fabrication of it all
the fact this narrative was carefully curated
and impacts our ways of seeing,
our perception of identity.
Do not punish yourself
for rejecting the feminine,
my dear,
we’ve all been there, too.
We all once hated pink with a passion
to then find out its tint resides in our hearts
and womanhood comes in all
colours, shapes and forms
constantly redefined.
We all have been donned resilience,
the strength required to constantly prove ourselves;
continuously justifying why we can occupy
the space that should be rightfully ours.
Allow yourself to be weak,
to resurrect from this earth
with brand new eyes,
to scream at the top of your lungs
and reclaim agency over your own body.
Bend over the system
and unfold with the emotions
that were once forbidden
for us to experience.
Let the rage bring clarity,
the anger empower you,
and for your presence to become defiant.
Let the world know
these streets are for us to walk,
for us to experience without fear.
Show the world now,
my dear,
how radical softness
can become a weapon.
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