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They told you to be small and sweet
To cross your legs and hide your heat
But I was born to spin in gold
To dance, to bloom, to not be told
I laugh in silk, I drink the sun
My joy's rebellion just begun
I am not less because I shine
This body, soul, and spark are mine
Let pleasure be your prayer tonight
Let softness be your sacred right
You are the bloom, the beat, the flame
You don't need pain to earn your name
Your joy's not weakness—it's your crown
So pour your light and let it drown
The guilt, the fear, the shame you wore
You were meant for something more
I do not beg to be adored
I walk, and empires are restored
The curve of hips, the sound of breath
Are altars they forget in death
You are the temple and the wine
The wild rose blooming out of time
Hathor is not a dream you chase
She is the mirror of your grace
Touch is holy, smile is brave
The sacred lives in how you crave
Desire is not yours to hide
It's how your soul says: I'm alive
Let pleasure be your prayer, divine
Let every laugh and gasp be mine
Don't dim your glow for bitter eyes
You are the sun they can't disguise
So sway your hips, and raise your head
You are the hymn they long to wed
You're not too much—you are the key
To joy, to love, to being free