Women Who Wade

Why do women wade?

Why are women made

to feel as though

we should’ve stayed?

 

Why do women fade?

Why are we afraid

to aid ourselves

when we feel frayed?

 

 

Take me

just for a moment, please;

tease this toxic thought disease. 

Show me silence, 

soak my skin,

let the stillness seep in.

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Sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink.

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Why do women wait?

Why don’t women hate

the fate we’re flung

’til it’s too late?

 

Why do we placate?

We learn to lull, negotiate

but this trait should not translate

into a state where we deflate.

 

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Take me

just for a moment, please;

tease this toxic thought disease. 

Show me silence, 

soak my skin,

let the stillness seep in.

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Sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink.

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With voices soft,

selves are hidden,

forbidden, forgotten,

minds turn rotten.

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In search for a cure,

the allure of azure

seems pure in its power

to ease and endure.

 

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Take me

just for a moment, please;

tease this toxic thought disease. 

Show me silence, 

soak my skin,

let the stillness seep in.

​

Sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink, don’t think,

sink.

 

 

We seek the sea to feel seen,

we seek the sea to feel clean;

we seek the sea to feel free,

we seek the sea to flee.

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