Liberate the truth,
unbind Her from the corset
that has cinched her flesh and breath,
cracked her ribs, and
created curves to please the eye
at the cost of truth.
She is a hostage
held in sacrilege,
a body most high.
A body of water reflecting sky’s longing,
but also its clowns, and eagle shaped clouds
that curve and shapeshift truth.
That turn Her into a paper doll,
manufactured from our longing
for super heroes, white horses.
Liberate Her from all this nonsense.
Let us see Her wardrobed in idealism,
let Her reflect the truth of who we were,
who we are
and finally, who we want to be
naked, in our mirrors.
Let sunlight impress itself on
and let Her reflect back its gold glory
but in truth as borderless as sky.
Let Her be uncloaked from lies
that have choked Her neck of expression
with the fat fingers of history.
Let us see with eyes anew
the shadows we cast
so we can open wide the window of this day
to greet the birds of despair with new hope.
I am free,
you are free,
together we uncork this truth
and drink of it.