My body did all that I asked of it.
It bought forth life.

Source energy flooded through my head, circulated inside of my being and took up place in my glorious belly.

My skin stretched and puckered and split as my insides danced the ancient battle dance of two souls colliding in a single space, a tiny space; a space too small but yet just perfect for two.

My body buckled and broke and admitted the most intoxicating defeat as your seed embedded into every inch of mine.
We expanded as we learned one another as we took this journey as one but never as one, not fully, there can be no ownership of that which has found safe haven in my womb space for the most fleeting of time.

My body pulsates and convulsed you down to take up your place, to command as much space as you need, an endless amount in this new world.

This world so full of love and balance if only we would allow ourselves to see through the veil of comfort and conformity that we have been led to believe. For compliance.

I was told that my body was defected.
That my glorious female form must have forgotten all that it inherently knows.
I walked into the bullshit that I was incapable of doing what I was put here to do.

I was prodded with fingers and metal and impregnated with opinion which I did not ask for. Which I did not need.

I am told my life giving body is used.
That my vagina is wrongful.
That my weeping breasts still are heavy under the responsibility of nurture are no longer loveable.

I am told wrong.
How can anything that births the stars themselves be anything but immersed in worship awe and respect.

We take back our power by no longer laughing at the memes and stories and voices that tell us we are less than when we are so much more than they can ever know.

I unsubscribe. Xx