Glorious

Hair falls to the ground in glory and glee

The weight of shackles lifted as a sign of freedom

For freedom’s the goal of it all

The goal not to give a damn… throw that shit away

The goal to fly to new heights above the ground, to the sky up all the way to outer space… the galaxies

The goal to change the system…

The rules

Colour outside the lines and not always in

To put your middle finger up to Eurocentric beauty standards, just for the view of men and not oneself

The goal to stand out and not fit in

No sinking,

No drowning from sorrow, in a box, no where to escape… just swimming and floating

To stand up and stand strong…

Full of strength

Full of faith

Full of fight

Full of glory