Shadow Truths

Every morning a chance of rebirth
Every night a little dying
Wife, Mother, Daughter, Lover
All are truths and all are lying

Women know from when they’re girls
Too loud, too quiet, too short, too tall
Too much, too little, too fat, too small
Too everything and nothing at all

We shed our skins and regrow
A constant game of who to be
For all the others
But not for thee

Women; The shapeshifters, Me, her, you and she
Madonna, Whore, Princess, Witch
Shadow truths
of every bitch.