Disobedient Woman

Disobedient Woman

Look how they call you disobedient
when you refuse to conform,
to shrink,
to minimise,
to crawl back into your box,
to swallow the scream,
the shout,
the curse.

Disobeying whom?
Yourself,
or the world?

You are here to make ripples.
To run wild,
climb trees,
kiss deeply.

To be free.
To live at the mercy of your own becoming.

Let the tears fall.
Let the words drip.
Let the passion ooze
from your feminine power,
sovereignty humming in your bones

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