Hurtsong

My sexuality was scruffed like a dog at the base of my spine
Where my serpent hid in a basket made of fear and lies
My inner child was crying in the closet of that bedroom
That still haunts my dreams
And I don't know what they mean
What kind of mystery is festering in my memory?
What piece of my story is still affecting me
As I'm just trying to be a woman?
A grown woman?
I swallowed the manipulation you fed me
Because you called it love
But it didn't taste right, so I'm barfing it up
And I pity the fool who lost the sense of love
And I pity the person who taught you to
Cut the flowers while they're still buds
While they're still buds
The truth will set us free, and
The truth lives in you and me
Come to the goddess
She's waiting with an open heart
She'll teach us how to love ourselves
She'll heal the wounds that held us down
She'll teach us about sacred sexual love energy
But we must set ourselves free
Now I'll let my heart grow and bloom
To the sky and down my rooms
I'll let my love fill the air, 'til it's
Everything and everywhere