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