Emancipation (from Her Perspective)

Emancipate your mind
tear down the rusted gates of fear,
scrub clean the residue of “less than,”
unlearn the lie that silence is grace.
You are not here to be digestible.
You are not here to be defined.

Rid yourself of shadows wearing smiles
negativity dressed as love,
charm with a venomous tongue,
sweet nothings spun by hands
that only want to unzip your worth.

Protect your aura like sacred ground
burn sage over old betrayals,
build boundaries that don’t need approval.
Refuse to shrink in spaces
that only echo with male validation.

Throw out the mold of acceptance.
You were not made for their boxes
curves measured, lips muted,
skin judged by color, age, or gloss.
You are not a product of their projections.
You are the whole damn force of becoming.

Emancipate yourself from lust
that masks itself as care,
from “I love you”s that mean
“I want to own you,”
from the rizz that flatters
only to conquer.

Let your no be thunder.
Let your yes be holy.
Stand unedited, unshamed,
unapologetically you.

This is your revolution.
And it begins within.