War is raging in your body
Oppression of all sorts under your skin
The same that tore your mother down
and your sisters, too.
The same that will break your daughters
because you have not been taught how to love yourself
but everything outside of your own.
down to your birthskin and into immersion,
water resuscitated all of your unjustified guilt.
Bathroom mirrors scrutinized more than just your upper body
And you lost
Crumpled to pieces at your own reflection
– not enough strength to pull yourself from the shame
Not enough will you hold your head high
and look you in the face.
You have long made excuses for this repression
Worn it like a crown upon your head
Adorned it with your diamond tears
Even given it face
Given it home inside your most sacred places.
But if you will wake
Give yourself some of this love you give to others
You will find an army sitting inside of you
ready to help you extract freedom from any kind of oppression
You will be done fighting
Because you will love
And you will heal.