| So happy for a morning filled with sunlight Though I often share the most joy in the night What is it about The Dark that makes us so scared Fighting its advance with fires prepared, and bulbs bared Does darkness not reach us all, like a mother's embrace The moon radiant smiles, just like a mother's face Could fear of darkness represent the failed test Of a patriarchal world in which femininity's repressed Now you might be thinking that seems like a stretch Maybe it is but hold on a sec 'til you hear the rest Question the underlying association of the feminine and death As a human should I be scared of life's next step The beauty of the final act oft shrouded in fear A life of dreading tomorrow and missing all that's here The never-ending dark of death the feminine embrace Which makes masculine the piercing light that penetrates Through the snaking tunnel of light which recreates Exodus from the womb, first look at mother's face In a woman-shaming world where enjoying life is called vice So long as Woman is oppressed freedom is sacrificed Women's bodies have a power covered-up by men The veils overtop our eyes were first sewn for them |