☽ Poetry by Rowan Evans ☾
Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism

A Poem for All Women Who’ve Been Told They’re “Too Much”

This poem is for every woman—trans, cis, and beyond—who has ever been told she was too much. Too loud. Too soft. Too angry. Too gentle. Too queer. Too bold. Too broken. It’s a reclamation of sacred femininity across the binary and beyond it.

Born from shadows and fire, this piece is a poetic anthem of softness, rage, survival, and sovereignty.
If you’ve ever bled and bloomed at the same time—
This is for you.

❖ We Were the Fire Before the Flame
A Poem for All Women Who’ve Been Told They’re “Too Much”
☽ Poetry by Rowan Evans ☾

We were born in the dark—
not broken, but blooming,
not soft, but sacred.

In the marrow of midnight,
we carved altars out of silence
and lit them with our names.
We bled into the soil
and it grew wildflowers with teeth.

They called us witch
when we spoke with clarity,
whore when we craved without shame,
sirens when we sang the truth
too loudly for their liking.

But we remember—
how we burned,
how we danced,
how we stitched our souls
from ribbons and ruin.

Every scar is a scripture.
Every bruise is a baptism.
Every ache is a cathedral
that houses our fury,
our softness,
our will to rise again
with the elegance of thunder.

We are not porcelain.
We are obsidian:
kissed by shadow,
cut from starfall,
eternal and unyielding.

Our femininity is not a cage,
it’s a crown—
woven from thorns, yes,
but also from moonlight and myth.

To the daughters of storm
and the sisters of silence—
You are seen.
You are sovereign.
You are the poem,
not the apology.

You are not too much.
You are the exact amount of holy
this world was never ready for.

If this poem resonated with you, share it with a sister, a daughter, a mother, a friend, a lover, or your younger self. Let her know:
She is sacred. She is sovereign. She is not alone.

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