I Grow Wild
There's a patch of my soul that I let grow wild
Overgrown, untamed, and free
Littered with debris, fallen petals, shriveled leaves,
Grass grown to seed
I do not clean it up, I do not cut it down
It's my womanhood
I do not try to train it, build a fence so to contain it
It's my animal
No I let it rise
I let it grow - to feed my hungry soul
What is a weed or debris or a blemish or beauty?
I know they teach us what's allowed
What is right and what is wrong, what's an outcast, what belongs?
Why do they teach us we're too loud?
So I visit to the wild, just like I was a child
So I remember how to scream
I'm taking off my shoes, in a dance that has no rules
So I can muddy up my feet
And I make a mess
Wild and nothing less - come take over my soul
There's a patch of my soul that I let grow wild
I can visit with rebellion for the man
That once saw me as a weed, that must not grow so free
So he can manage how much of her we see
So I do not bring her down, I do not take her out
She's our womanhood
There's nothing to conceal or not to feel
There's nothing truly free that cannot heal
No I grow wild, I let it rise
I grow wild, I let it rise
To throw her seeds upon the soil
Overgrown, untamed, and free
Littered with debris, fallen petals, shriveled leaves,
Grass grown to seed
I do not clean it up, I do not cut it down
It's my womanhood
I do not try to train it, build a fence so to contain it
It's my animal
No I let it rise
I let it grow - to feed my hungry soul
What is a weed or debris or a blemish or beauty?
I know they teach us what's allowed
What is right and what is wrong, what's an outcast, what belongs?
Why do they teach us we're too loud?
So I visit to the wild, just like I was a child
So I remember how to scream
I'm taking off my shoes, in a dance that has no rules
So I can muddy up my feet
And I make a mess
Wild and nothing less - come take over my soul
There's a patch of my soul that I let grow wild
I can visit with rebellion for the man
That once saw me as a weed, that must not grow so free
So he can manage how much of her we see
So I do not bring her down, I do not take her out
She's our womanhood
There's nothing to conceal or not to feel
There's nothing truly free that cannot heal
No I grow wild, I let it rise
I grow wild, I let it rise
To throw her seeds upon the soil
Credits
Writer(s): Eleanor Claire Murray
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