Domesticated Goddess from Domesticated Goddess by Leila Naderi

I'm experiencing another great shift in my life:
the bringing of a new soul into a my hive.
I am host to a being wired silver and blue,
floating in and out of consciousness and tumbling through goo.

I'm a domesticated captivated mother goddess,
purling lace under plates as I fawn and waitress.
Lost in the halls of life once painted with gold.
Trapped between the walls of stucco, rust, and mould.

Then wam! bam! thank you ma'am.
That was it? What a scam?
Here's a tit. Damn the Man!

This nuclear reality
discourages fragility
from fucking with our industry
hence mums and babes pay penalty.

This collectively agreed upon entrapment
has mamas here in this world set up encampment.
Isolation at its best. Wearing the supermom vest,
wondering: "What's this freaky test?!"

Meanwhile,

The oh-so-opposite of dead
who's tiny form sleeps in our bed,
needs milk and love and tenderness,
not plastic things, fuck that mess.

So while she rests in recapitulation,
I ponder how to change a crumbling nation.

Families of four just can't survive much longer.
But in village life we'll all live stronger.
No matter what your past may be
extend your hand, we're family.

• Alternative
• composer
• female jazz vocalist
• intro
• multi-genre
• pianist
• songwriter
• Canada