Pyramids (Working Title)

There are pyramids in the sand somewhere for you.
Monuments to your timeless beauty.
...I just hope you find them before time lays its claim.
Your purpose got lost in the minds of Barbie dolls and empty containers once filled with lip gloss...
More concerned with building a home than assuming the throne, building a life of your own.
Men litigate and promulgate rules that can't even begin to corral the breadth of your potential,
And you sit idly by, building sandcastles out of broken promises and tears, putting on makeup and searching for logic as to why this is the natural order of the world.
The pyramids would tell you otherwise.
That is why you must find them.
There is no mandate for your subjugation; you hold the power to create and house second-class citizens within your divine flesh, bringing limitless possibilities into the world with each new life.
Your mind is hardwired to love. Love is the most transcendent force on the planet.
Does that not make you a spiritual genius, if you are born with the innate understanding of how to speak to the souls of others, especially men and children?
Then why do you allow yourself to be reduced to drama?
There isn't enough theater in the world to even cover one stanza of the injustices you've suffered.
Why is it that your worth is determined by your ability to be worthy of a diamond, when you have a literal heart of gold, a timeless wellspring of priceless affection that can change the world?
You must go and find them. They hold the answers.
The pyramids might reflect your beauty, but there is far more.
Just like you, they were constructed in cosmic perfection,
Defying logic because purpose speaks to the spirit, not the mind.
Men assume that your emotions make you weak, but they give you the strength to love,
To open yourself to the possibility of being hurt by love, by the most transcendent force on the planet, the one that will transcend all barriers, all scars, all thoughts and detonate in the deepest, darkest corner of one's soul, leaving a burning flame that will ignite at even the thought of similar pain, burning both you and your match.
Only a force like that, directed by devotion, could've built those pyramids...
Is that not how men build a new life with women, loving through devotion?
You must go find them.
They await you, majestically roughened up by the hands of Father Time,
A gift from some of the earliest sons of Mother Earth,
Monuments to your timeless beauty.
If no man, not even Father Time, can take them from you, can tear them down, can understand them, then why don't you embrace them?
They are for you.
Most would say it's your destiny to bring out the best in me, a man, but that is not the case.
Your purpose is to find them.
Claim them before Father Time wins what may ultimately become a war of attrition.
Sad human logic engenders fear when something cannot be understood.
Fear begets animosity, which causes destruction.
However, the pyramids have defied this.
They still stand for you.
No one understands how you further civilization on both feet, smiling, beautiful, intelligent,
Holding your existence firmly in your grasp as you release a new spirit into the universe.
But you do it.
There is no explanation for the way you've captivated, intrigued, and triggered lust in the dark recesses of the minds of men, but you continue to do so, your curves as definite as the path of the hands of time circumnavigating the faces of watches and clocks all over the world at the same speed, one that hasn't changed since the dawn of time, much like how you've been the standard of beauty no matter the era, your color, the beliefs, your actions, or the observers.
The stars seem dim in comparison; the sun is a replica of your heart, the Earth is a living model of your mind, the cosmos is a manifestation of your soul.
That is why you must go find them.
There are pyramids in the sand somewhere for you.
Monuments to your timeless beauty.
...I just hope you find them before Time lays his claim.
Those are your thrones, places your legacy can call home.
The mystifying majesty that they capture is shared among all women,
Similar in all ways, yet different stone-by-stone.
To discover them is to discover your greatness manifest.

-A. Lewis