Let her speak, let her speak.
She opens her mouth
and you shovel bricks in.

Let her see, let her see.
Your windows are so many
yours pains blind her eyes.

Let her dance, let her dance.
But your chairs are too hard
for any soul to move on.

Her Womb Contracts.
Her Stomach Heaves.
Her Lungs Lunge Forwards.

A scream so demonic, defyingly deafening
breaks the chains of bondage.

Explosion!!!
Your buildings collapse to the ground.

Wings tear through her skin.
She in ecstatic agony,
instinctively shifts her position,
freeing her feet
from your concrete
shoes of learning.

As she flies towards the sun,
the rivers break their banks
flooding your farmlands.

Ancient Oaks uproot
and stomp across your towns.

Whilst you stand naked, so small,
with the eyes of a terrified child -

Still -

You do not understand.

Kim (T. Wells)