She breathed, she cried, she moaned, she roared,
And the metal clash of thunder echoed her calls.
She was fire, power, magic,
Tauntingly confident
Seductively open
Mesmerizingly unapologetic
At once gentle and loud
Soft and sharp
Fully present.
I WILL TAKE MY SPACE
YOU WILL HEAR ME
I CANNOT BE MOVED
WILL NOT BE IGNORED
WILL NOT BE QUESTIONED
WILL NOT DOUBT OR BE DOUBTED
I WILL BE ALL OF ME
GLORIOUSLY
FREE.
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Late -- blah blah blah excuses (working late). But this was in my head from last night after an amazing performance at a New Music conference here at SFCM. So yeah.
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