Born to Thrive
Was I born for a lived life, to tell an old story? of my mothers, grandmothers, and other ancestral women? The story where my needs were buried under your wants? Where controlling me was the way you felt power?
It took the physical removal of all the people, places, voices that shaped my identity for me to finally begin to see me, to hear my faint voice, to recognize my fierceness. Am I truly a goddess?
When you have been in the depths of darkness, deafness, and dumbness you learn a fight…a fight to never ever go back again.
I fight like the wild mother wolf, ready to kill to protect her young.
Like the drunk denied a drink
A bird, whose feathers are being clipped.
Why? Why? Do I fight like that you ask?
I am a goddess, don’t you see?
My story is the song I will write and loudly sing.
I born wild, untamed will always be.
You, and I, sisters, we are all fucking BORN TO THRIVE.
Just, breathe and feel the strength of many many women before us fueling our fight.
I am a goddess, and so are you!