If No Man Wanted Me
The Struggle of Feminine Divinity
If no man wanted me
How free I would be
From the thief of vanity
To roam with my sisters
And chant to the trees
Released from human habit
of empty culture and deceit
For I see the devil's eyes watching me
Prisoner to my body
Empty vessel ashore
What is your worth?
They call me a whore
But what I want is simple
To craddle the moon
And to feel thistle
To cook with herbs
And to play the fiddle
"Dance with the fire!" my soul shouts
But there is a man before me
My power he doubts
He is accepted by the world
They see me through his eyes
He cannot live without me
I supply the blood line
My hands are gentle but conjur great powers
I would love to show you
But I am changed for hours
Only released when the man has desire
But even then I cannot dance with the fire
They call me weak
But I feel so strong
If only I could get to that place where I belong
I would strip myself naked beneath the night sky
reaching my hands into the power I'm never denied
For nature is my lover, spirit is my guide
But darkness follows in the form of a guy
Who wishes to taint me
Through his eyes, I am forced to my knees
oh, how free I would be
If no man wanted me.
About the Creator
Celina Johnston
I don't know much about myself yet. But what I do know is that I love to write. I love to challenge myself to write things that don't necessarily come natural to me. I am interested to see how Vocal pushes my writing abilities.
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