The Reclaiming of Me
Why does it matter what you think of me?
Why should I be bothered by what you say or see?
Why does it upset me if you think I’m bad?
And why does it scare me if I think you’re mad?
Why do I not see myself as a person of great worth?
Why do I not see myself as valuable to Mother Earth?
Why must I torture myself, tear myself apart?
Why must I never heal the great sorrow of my heart?
Why can’t I see myself as a beautiful, strong woman?
Why can’t I just be me, under the thumb of no one?
Why do I hesitate to take up this warrioress’ fight?
Why do I not trust myself to my vision and my sight?
Now I see it more clearly—the gynecidal plot
That tried to keep me trapped within something that I am not.
Arise, my soul, be strong against your foe,
For everything you really need inside your heart you know.
ã4 December 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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