The great social experiment The revolutionary idea That we, the People, could form A more perfect Union Failed to uphold justice Protect domestic tranquility Provide for the common defense Abandoned the general welfare Incinerated the Blessings of Liberty For ourselves and our Posterity Two hundred and forty-eight years Was a good run, I suppose The hope to be governed by the people For the people For every eligible voice To enjoy the opportunity to be heard Was willfully eclipsed by the shadow of Kakistocratic - Technocratic - Plutocratic - White supremacist - Christian nationalist - Fascism Have we answered the question Whether societies of men Are really capable or not, Of establishing good government From reflection and choice Or have we proved They are destined to depend, For their political constitutions, On accident and force Or, dare I add, willful ignorance And deliberate, egotistical self-absorbance The fifty stars and thirteen stripes hang upside down In the hearts of the concerned citizenry While chaos, fear and greed reign unchecked Over the land that was never to have a sovereign With days cacophonous and nights despairingly bleak There is light from the resistance Those who risk to speak To share To shine light Onto the truth of the grift of the century Those who take serious their vow to uphold the Constitution Those who believe we hold these truths to be self-evident That all PEOPLE are created equal That they are endowed with certain unalienable Rights That among these are Life, Liberty, And the pursuit of Happiness Those people who do what they are able To take a stand however they can Because they hold fast to the American Dream And the dream of a better America Oh say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave Where we yearn to be free And we're tired of being brave
Women! Do not center your lives around men Pleasing Appeasing We are not the prey for their predator Though some argue nature made it so
We are Medusa's progeny Serving oleander sweet tea And Aqua Tofana cocktails We carry the legacies of Lilith Hecate and the Morrigan Skywoman and Diana of the Hunt In our bones
We are born with cunning woven into our shadows Placed there by the midwives and wise-women Kitchen witches and herbalists Shaman and priestesses Who came before us
We have our own form of politics Whispered around washing wells and sewing circles Book clubs and coffee tables We don our poison rings and hat pins Let them think our docility safe While we keenly observe and note and remember
It is time to end the war waged upon our bodies The raping of our spirit The subjugation of our gender We are the gateway of life We break ourselves open through blood and pain To do the Goddess's work of creation
Too long have we allowed the world to think us Weak Helpless Foolish Simple Incapable We must remind the world of our strength
Boudicca was beaten and her daughters raped And in her rage she waged war against Rome Joan d'Arc stood against the English and the Church A God-touched, heretic, peasant child whose heart would not burn Harriet Tubman survived the travesties of slavery Another God-touched woman who delivered 70 other souls to freedom And we know there are so many more like them
Though we may not find our names etched in history We are no less powerful than those who are Our lives are OUR CHOICE We are not chattel nor trophies We are creation gifted autonomy It is our divine right to wield our lives as we see fit
Let them vilify us as Succubi Mad women Uppity bitches And cunts
We know we are Goddesses Priestesses Witches And warriors
We are exhausted We are fed up We are wrathful The Divine Feminine rises The world is set ablaze around us But we are not tied to the pyre We choose to look the world dead in the eye And dance while it burns
I used to look at you and see a prismatic array of culture and color shining in the light of the American Dream Facets of myself and those I love reflected in you
Something erupted from your shadows Dark, scared and desperate Eclipsing your torchlight of hope and promise
Something so terrified of Its obsoletion, It would rather see you burn than cede the power It stole to those It stole from
Something willing to sacrifice the kaleidoscope of colors and culture that alchemize in the magic of your melting pot on the alters of greed and privilege
Something that wars against the Divine Feminine ascending into her full power
It claims white as its color with all the implications there of while stoking the red flames of righteous indignation and entitlement over those who are “other” beneath your blue-sky dream of a country of immigrants as equals It so easily forgets that It was not native to your soil
America All that you were made from All that you were made for is under siege Its fear of the dying of the light at the end of Its era has made It desperate and so destructively dangerous I’ve heard that the ending of the time of Power Over is upon us Beware Its rageful final moments as It has no intention of going quietly
America The huddled masses are here for you Despite our trauma from Its constant abuse Its gaslighting Its imposed cognitive dissonance We are not ready to give up on you We are tired We are scared But you are the land of the free And we will be brave as we fight to save the grande and noble experiment that is you
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