Understanding that we must teach our men to love us the way we crave to be loved.

To make love to us with the softness of a Rose Petal and the passion of a Lioness.  

Make no mistake, being a slave to the conditioning of non reactiveness and non expression may have handcuffed ideas and dreams.

But in the mist of that struggle, our bodies became the Holy Grail of  Ecstasy without words or actions.

Welcoming the tender movements within ourselves that began as tranquil steps forward and became dances of love and glory.

As I move my body, I release the Patriarchy, the Hate, the Divisive Darkness that has no place in my heart.  

Dancing into my Sovereignty.

I free myself of the past stories of despair that made me tremble with fear.

I am dancing the dance of my heart, the dance of love, the dance of Freedom.

Whispers from my heart to yours