Know that she’s looking at times for a soft space to land; to let go without judgment, without being told she needs to be fixed. Without being asked what’s wrong. Without being condemned or looked down upon. Without being made to feel like she’s failed simply for showing another side of herself.
I want to burn it all up All this domesticated bullshit All this fear All this insecurity, mistrust, jealousy, All this you not showing up in your majesty, All this mailing it in and stuffing it down, All this keeping it small, good and polite because it’s what nice girls do.