A good girl's Death

I wrote this poem over 3 years ago and since that time I went through a long and challenging deconditioning metamorphosis. 

 

A good girl’s death

My body was screaming,

A roar marking the end of a life.

An apologetic personality

born to navigate a world that was thriving on scarcity and control,

Begging for boundaries to be cheap and easy

Always asking for permission

hiding behind logic and shame.

Goodbye good girl,

Your death will be the fertile soil for my truth to sprout.

A new life unfolds,

as I vow to stop diminishing my inherent wisdom and value.

My body, me

finally asking for nourishment and devotion.

And the visceral calls of my own womb

will be the only map to follow

as the chains of religion and science crumble.