You were the first subjugation of our modern culture
Made small by the great big church who sought only to make powerful women shrink
And teach them to worship only small men they held up as great
We pray to you and for you, oh great-grandmother
It is not a part of you that was there when you felt love as a newborn, before your dreams were torn by stranger’s scorn. Layers -- they are not a part of you.
I feared the song of myself like the touch of a snake, and it was the slipping out of one skin into another, first raw, then the smoothness of new skin.