The Offering

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The whole world's watching me learn how to be a woman.

But I don't know how.

I throw up most mornings from worry.

Thoughts invading me of how to let go, and how to keep hope.

Starting the obvious, like going out not feeling pretty.

But the way that the water feels as it's dripping off my new body.

Learning the lessons, not admit that I am just unhappy.

Some kind of sacrifice I should give, but I look at the moon to align with me.

Hold my head up in my arms. Say I'm a woman, say I'm a woman.

This is my offering.

I'm right here calling out for answers, like I'm an animal looking for water.

I want to submit to the process.

Open the cage door.

I wanna lose control.

Starting the obvious, like going out not feeling pretty.

But the way that the water feels as it's dripping off my new body.

Learning the lessons, not admit that I am just unhappy.

Some kind of sacrifice I should give, but I look at the moon to align with me. Open the cage door.

Process, process, process.

This is my offering.

Isn't it obvious I'm the river and I'm the valley?

And I wanna know how the water feels as it's flowing all through my body.