Ssh, be a good girl
Smile, so people will like you
But what if I’m sad?
Won’t they like me then?
So pretty, so sweet, so
Nice
Ssh, don’t talk too much
But what if I have something to say?
Ssh, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to
But what if I have something to share?
But what if I need something?
Be quiet, be small, be sweet, be humble.
Stuff yourself in more,
and deeper,
Shrink to fit - in,
Fold yourself up like a little piece of paper,
Folded into squares, over and over,
Smaller and smaller,
Til you can’t fold anymore,
The smallest you can be,
Good.
Pop yourself in your back packet
Take You every where you go
When you expand into your fullest self,
You take up space.
The more you expand,
The more space you take up…
The more you bump into things -
Expectations,
People,
Ideas,
Patriarchy.
You have two choices….
Shrink to not cause any disturbance in the status quo,
Keep things neat..
This will result in utter chaos within your small self …
Or keep strong,
Keep expanding,
Keep bumping into things..
And slowly shift the pieces of the puzzle outside of your gigantic majestic self -
Only those things, those truths, those people,
who honour you in your true form,
will still surround you..
Stay small,
Stay acceptable,
Stay safe to them,
Stay palatable
You will begin to seep out of yourself
Like all things that are pushed down,
They eventually need to come up,
They need to come out..
Anxiety,
Chronic pain,
Bitterness,
Cancer
When your cells marinate only in the juices of your self truncation,
They get sick,
They cannot work for you.
It becomes their job to cry out to you that something is amiss -
They grow tumors,
They inflame,
They malfunction …
That is their way of serving you.
They are commanding that you pay attention..
Like little Soul Soldiers -
They are waging a war.
Not to kill you - as it may first appear -
But to save you -
They are calling upon their Chief Commander - that is, your consciousness - To remove them from danger -
So that they can resume their normal function -
So that they can get back to their impeccable purpose of sustaining you
To keep well
You must keep true
You must keep You
Your cage may be so pretty,
So comfy,So nice -
That you cannot even tell it is in fact- Keeping you captive…
But look hard enough..
A cage it still is..
Your noose may be woven in golden thread ..
A noose it still is..
Your shackles may be the latest design online..
Shackles they still are..
Break open
Break free
We’re waiting for You
- Jaclyn