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How many times did they feel trapped The Vestal Virgins Inside white gowns Inside patriarchal demand Inside vows of chastity Illusions of grandeur But still answerable to one priest One who could decide their fate How often did my ancestors feel trapped Unable to dance to shout to liberate the shackles I have the ability and the permission to dance and sing and shout No one will burn me I feel the need and the restriction Restriction is an illusion
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:53 AM UTC
No one will burn me
How many times did they feel trapped The Vestal Virgins Inside white gowns Inside patriarchal demand Inside vows of chastity Illusions of grandeur But still answerable to one priest One who could decide their fate How often did my ancestors feel trapped Unable to dance to shout to liberate the shackles I have the ability and the permission to dance and sing and shout No one will burn me I feel the need and the restriction Restriction is an illusion
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 4:53 AM UTC
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