She was primal, child of the earth Her heart beat to the sound of drums Her dreams were lush like the jungle She danced naked under the moon Her colors shifted in the starlight Mysterious in her sincerity And offensive to those who control Who cage and tame the wild things When she was young they said “You are desirable and ripe For exploitation, therefore dance, But only to the steps we choose.” Greedy for her fruitfulness, they Impregnated her with law and duty, And covered her with coarse cloth. No longer could she see the stars. They said "You are now a mother You must not dance upon the earth You must not sing under the rain Lest your body tempt us with evil.” Yet she gave birth to joyful children, As free and lovely as her dreams. And men condemned their wildness, And shunned their purity of heart. They said "Your children must be tamed. They must not evoke the darkness Of things we do not understand In their appearance, deeds and words." So she walked along the ocean shore, Hair like silver, her face a map of years. She danced naked under the moon, And called her children out of bondage. Those who heard rose up and cried "We are the wild things that dance Beneath the mysterious sky, Free to see the stars, to run, to be.” They ran to the moonlit waves, and called “Where has the fire of our mother gone? Where is she who calls all things alive? Whose beauty is like the sun over water?” But all they found of her was stardust, Swirling, dancing in the moonlight, Calling softly in the sound of waves, Reminding them of who they were. She is primal, child of the earth, Her heart beats to the sound of drums, Her dreams are lush like the jungle, She dances freely inside your heart.
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