Oh my God, my thighs they touch!
How can a human handle this much?
The norm beloved, is space in between
Your upper legs, you know what I mean.
On this fool’s quest, the path never ends
Art Source Tamara Adams
The one that’s laid out by so many men.
They make the rules, create the solutions.
The quick fix ones with no true resolution.
But we buy and believe, believe and buy
Realizing finally it’s all been a lie.
That’s when seeds of freedom are planted
The moment in time release is granted
Free from the grip of society’s norm
We sit with truth in the eye of the storm
Experiencing peace so blessedly bestowed
On the evolving woman and the wisdom she holds.
Tricia Schwaba, 2020