Put on your earrings
Not being heard. And so all the other wounds were the same
When I said don’t touch me
And was not heard
When my voice said don’t go there
And I didn’t hear our own voice
I was not heard and I let the wound carry me
In a spirit of fight. Everyone should know this voice, everyone should know my warrior, every space should feel my energy.
It has been denied and now we are trying to live up to the time we couldn’t.
Be clear my darling about the souls pulling you to the past as they are honey to your patterns.
Be clear my soul and relieve yourself from them. That’s liberation