You Are Too Much!

Poem:

Too Much

They told you—
you were too sensitive,
too deep,
too wild,
too bold,
too much.

But what they meant was:

I cannot hold what you bring.
I do not dance in the fire like you do.
Your depth terrifies the shallow in me.
Your tenderness unsettles the armour I wear.
Your freedom reminds me of my own cage.

So, they shrink you—
in words,
in sighs,
in silence,
in sideways glances—
wishing you would fold yourself smaller,
dim your glow,
quiet your heart,
so they can stay comfortable.

But listen, sweet sister—
you were not made for smallness.
Your sensitivity was not meant to be tempered.
Your softness was never meant to be hardened.
Your full expression was not meant to be contained.

They will call you too much,
because a woman
who dares to be everything she is
unsettles their fixed construct of the world.

Feminine power
is an untamed river—
magic, laced with pleasure,
beingness, in divine remembering.

You—
are everything they fear to be,
and everything they long to touch.

So be—
too much.
Be all of you.
Let them either rise—
or step aside.

~ Lulu Trevena

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