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half-wolf woman,
bite the hand that feeds
muzzle men and man and their puppet god
who’s verses string and strip my power from me

they reduced us to a uterus, through religions manmade
so I've become a predator,
to protect their prey
from womb to lamb to lion mother's rage
hunted becomes the hunter, now rue the day
you took our autonomy away

in a game of instincts
we'll have them running for the trees

before I ever bare my soul
I’ll bear my teeth down on their throat
show the violence of silence,
consequences of forced control

affection is not a treat
love is not a leash
you cannot domesticate me

for i am woman, sovereign sister of the sun
wildfire
cold moonlight
summer’s breath and lightning strikes

both the gnashing teeth of howling wolves, and thundering of horses’ hooves

a creature of the midnight hour
angel bathed in the scent of spring flowers
untamed, unbending, unbidden wild thing

discerning, visceral churning intuition like a scorpion’s sting

i am woman