C O V E N
By RAIN

As we begin, isolated; a refusal to assimilate. And in flows the night, the ocean, the light. A dirt road untaken, hidden, safe from convention, brown earth clean. 
Above and beyond the grounds of intervention. 
Safe. 

Fulfilled by choice; we grant our own voice. 
So here we arrive, this fork in the road. 

How do I prove myself? 

I am what I am. 
I am what I am. 
I am what I am. 

I am the Rise in the Tide, this Doe walking, in the Wild, I am the Breeze; Through Redwood Trees, I am the River, the Stones in the Water, I am a Sister, Her Daughter. 

You call upon me; to define the beauty of my breasts. 
You call upon me, to describe an allegiance of unrest. 

You want me ally myself; this set of new rules. 

In order to impress, share this bliss, I need to be worthy of unity… 
Prove my ability; Mutability. 

My round belly and full hips, 
My accepting heart and forgiving nature.

Good luck in your "unconventional" venture of convention. 

It's not the right fit for me.
I believe in "WE". 

I will reach out to those who reach for me; 
I will continue to make home our temple. 

And as always; 
You are welcome.