The Lion’s Roar

The Lion’s Roar

Walking the tightrope

Her inner voice

The lion’s roar

The state wants to own her body

Keep it in chains

Hold her down

Clip her wings from flight

She covers her face with her soft hands

Her belly rumbles

The day before she was assaulted on the subway

A man did not expect her to fight

To use her voice to deter his rage

She shook all night with fever dreams

Until she found herself at an oasis in the desert

Heavy with promise

Her heartbeat steady now

Open

Her aqua eyes clear with the certainty of the sun, moon, and tides

Look towards home

The sacred rhythm of blood

And dna

Woven in songs of her ancestors

She weeps waiting for grace

Bullets tear through the night sky

Her bare feet carry her to a waterfall

Naked with wild from years of silence

She chooses her holy circle of beloveds

All unique souls celebrating

Only as women can

Sacred sisters

We have just begun.