My womb is not the well
That draws out the waterÂ
That gives you life.
And I am not the daughter who fills your pitcher.
I refuse to be what I do for you.
And I refuse to be the shadow of what you do to me.
I am larger than all the vessels you try to contain me in.
And though my face is hidden
I am the Glory.Â
Greater than glances,Â
Bigger than bodies.
More revealing than sight.