She sings a sweet melody, yet
They told her she rocked the boat.
Her confidence is robust, yet
They told her she is rocking the boat.
She tries to fly free, yet
They told her to stay in the boat.
She carries nothing with her except
Her voice and her song.
They bring their ego and projections
And tell her she is wrong.
Her song is simple, sweet, and loyal.
Theirs is “you don’t belong.”
The boat is rocking, it’s all her fault.
When she sings the water thrashes more and more.
When she meditates, the ocean’s violence rises up.
She prays, yet Poseidon doesn’t listen.
Bracing herself, she takes the lashes and the scars,
Believing the lie that her strength is her flaw.
“Bolt her in, constrain her!”
She leaves the boat and spreads her wings,
Flying free without a care.
They gnash their teeth and fling their feces,
Screaming “this isn’t fair!!”
“Who does she think will love her,
With all the baggage she brings?”
Carrying her to freedom, the wind sustains her soul
The boat is rocking more and more, still out of control.
The scars are fading, her burden was lifted
The boat rocks more but it’s still her fault
They built a foundation on waters that shifted
And blamed her for the salt.