Roses

My little sister wrote this poem when she was making a todo list. KK took some of these videos c; __________________________ Todo.. With passion Do it with courage Walk like your ancestors died for your gifted soul to be born; a soul freeing them from patterns they never saw Because they didn't wear rose colored glasses, They had rose colored eyes Don't you see? Their eyes were plucked out by men who kept them hostage like diamonds in a jewel thieves bag So when I tell you I am rewriting my DNA I am scooping my eyes out with spoons; Replacing them with starts I picked carefully I am mediating with tree roots; Bring me back to the blood that has died in sacrifice for me to live I am changing the narrative in a timeline of woman only seen as victims The blood of warriors Daughters of Lilith Hecate has always been a shadow away Waiting at the crossroads For divine feminine For one person to step into the shadow, (A shadow away, reaps our escape, enemy of man's parade) Hold the hand of the goddess, And heal every woman Who has ever had a drop of my blood in her veins. A shadow away, reaps our escape, enemy of man's parade I am meditating with the tree roots Bring me back the blood of she who died for me to be new and our love for roses too