These words on the tip of my tongue
Scream and scrape to burst out.
My soul is alive, on fire
Every sense is glittering in the light
I feel the magic pulsating in every vein.
For I am the sun and the moon.
The stars, the trees, the ocean
The goddess.
That came after many before me
So I scream for all the women
Who are without their voice
The meek and frightened
Tremble before the oligarchy
Do not back down.
Scream so your sisters hear
That they are not alone.