With every step, the shackles fall off.
With every word & thought, the truth is resounding-
Revealing itself and shaking the atmosphere.
And if it rocks you, there’s a reason:
An unresolved pain,
We can only heal and transcend by looking,
Even if it’s heavy.
I can feel the weight of generations of women
Strapped to beds, drugged and cut open.
Yelling “No! Stop! I do not consent!”
Or led to believe their bodies can not achieve birthing the old way.
I can feel the sharp cuts
Of a baby hurried along
In a cold sterile room.
But my spirit says no.