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.
Sink, don’t think,
sink, don’t think,
sink, don’t think,
sink.
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.
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.
With voices soft,
selves are hidden,
forbidden, forgotten,
minds turn rotten.
In search for a cure,
the allure of azure
seems pure in its power
to ease and endure.
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.