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Jacquelyn Allan Poem
I don’t need you to look at me, I don’t need you to see...
See the divine woman that oozes from inside of me.
You call me free, but who is she?
Self-emancipation, de-identification... it's all that I need.
Strength and love were borne into me,
Neither thorns nor flowers can encapsulate me.
I cannot be defined and I cannot be confined,
All that was before, is now left behind.
For they will say I have committed my treasons,
Though they share no proof or give solid reasons.
So I walk this path and find my meaning,
In my divine feminine season.
Copyright © Jacquelyn Allan | Year Posted 2026
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Jacquelyn Allan Poem
Some people think I’m a little crazy, at times this may be true
Some days I’m not really here, I’m just a little bit blue
Some days you won’t understand me, and I won’t see a way through
Other days, nothing can stop me, and all I want is you
So take me as I am, on the days I undo,
I won’t disappear — I’ll stay in with you.
It’s not loud or flawless, it’s quiet and true,
and that’s enough for me. That’s enough with you.
Copyright © Jacquelyn Allan | Year Posted 2026
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