Resisting Obedience

Without question, and without struggle—

You lay there

and take,

everything that this world has given you.

Hiding from the world,

your blacks—

and your blues.

There is no such thing as a “gray area”

we’re all combined into different hues.

Beaten into oblivion,

Beaten into submission,

until you’re kneeling and broken

bringing their plans to fruition.

To make you submit,

to make you surrender all your power.

You mustn’t give in,

not even in your darkest hour.

For my freedom—

I will gladly bleed

I will gladly do what’s necessary,

even if I have nothing else;

Even if I only have the clothes on my back that I carry.

You can’t beat me into silence!

No, I will not give you my voice!

I refuse!

I won’t lose!

Even if it’s my only choice!

I was built to win,

regardless if I was born to lose.

Being a woman of divine power

is the only path I choose.

I don’t give a fuck if it’s the road less traveled

I would rather be alone.

I’m the queen of my own destiny

My kingdom is built of bones.

Pledge your allegiance, to my crown and my throne.

Prove to me your loyalty until you have a foot stone.

You see?

There’s power in these words.

I hope you feel them in your veins.

I release you of your insecurities,

I release you of your pain.

I’ll remind you of the same energy that you should attain.

No more hiding in the corner.

Demand the attention that you seek.

No more curling into yourself.

Command the room when you speak.

You are of divine power.

It’s time to act the part.

It is your turn to lead with your mind,

fuck leading with your heart.

Regain control of your power,

so what if they think you’re devious?

It’s the price that we pay

when resisting obedience.

– Poetic Gawdess