The "Too Much" Woman

Dear Woman,
You are too much.

Too much for a system built on keeping you caged.

Dear Woman,
You are too sensitive. 

Too sensitive for a system that cannot allow
for the freedom and connection that occurs 
through emotional vulnerability.

Dear Woman,
You are too powerful.

Too powerful for a system built to 
commoditize your insecurity.

Dear Woman,
You are too loud.

Too loud for a system desperate to 
keep you quiet so the wisdom of 
ancient feminine mysteries does not resurface.

Dear Woman,
You are too, fat.

To big for a system that who wants you 
to associate your desirability with 
your ability to keep yourself small.

Dear Woman,
You are too crazy.

Too crazy for a system that drugs and desensitizes 
us so that we passively surrender to 
tacit compliance in servitude.

Dear Woman,
You are too intense.

Too intense for a system that doesn't want you 
to pierce through a matrix of fear 
and realize that we are all one.

Dear Woman,
Yes, you are, we are, all of these things.

Too much, too sensitive, too powerful, too loud, 
too fat, too crazy, too intense, and so much more.

And if we continue to compare our feared hysteria 
with a system that is imploding in on itself 
because of a severe disconnection from the very life force 
that sparked and fuels it's existence, 
we will certainly implode right along with it. 

Allow yourself to BE everything that you fear. 

Because I imagine, if you are anything like me, you spent much of your adult life in active resistance and defiance of it's resistance in you.

You will not fit in. I assure you.

And thank fucking god. 

Because in a system drowning in its own designer sheeple complacency, it is the one's who are too much, that will indeed change the world.

So too much woman, I solute you, and ride with you on the sacred battle field of the collective human soul.