Z escaped the constraints of culturally-imposed confinement. I wrote this to celebrate.
How your freedom went to my head!
Unfurled from your prison,
You fled from those who would prefer you
Confined. Or dead.
And I still enchained defy those
Whose narrow self-imposed
Lies lie like whales dead on a beach
As hard to move;
As wrong place wrong time wrong turns
Tried to engulf you.
And so fragile now you stand defiant
Your freedom empowers me.