Jeannine Hall Gailey - Wonder Woman Dreams of the Amazon lyrics

I miss the tropes of Paradise - green vines roped around wrists, jasmine coronets, the improbable misty clothing of my tribe. I dream of the land of my birth. They named me after their patron Goddess. I was to be a warrior for their kind. I miss my mother, Hippolyta. In my dreams she wraps me tightly again in the American flag, warning me, 'Cling to your bracelets, your magic la**o. Don't be a fool for men.' She's always lecturing me, telling me not to leave her. Sometimes she changes into a doe, and I see my father shooting her, her blood. Sometimes, in these dreams, it is me who shoots her. My daily transformation from prim kitten-bowed suit to bustier with red-white-and-blue stars is less complicated. The invisible jet makes for clean escapes. The animals are my spies and allies; inexplicably, snow-feathered doves appear in my hands. I capture Nazis and Martians with boomerang grace. When I turn and turn, the music plays louder, the glow around me burns white-hot, I become everything I was born to be, the dreams of the mother, the threat of the father. Hear me read "Wonder Woman Dreams of the Amazon".