Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

You are a wolf
Men have tried to shape you
To decide what is acceptable and what is not
Men will hold competitions to judge the most beautiful of you
Sometimes for their entertainment you will be pitted against your sisters
Men will call you ‘man’s best friend’,
Until you make too much noise
And then you will be silenced
Some of you will learn to fear the sound of a raised voice
Or to flinch at the sight of a raised hand
Men will give you names you did not choose
Men will see your wild beauty and call it savage
Men will try to tame you

You are a wolf
And wolves cannot abide by the laws of men
You are a primal power encased by the centuries
But your teeth are still sharp

You are a wolf
And in the moonlight,
You are nature borne flesh
And you bow to no man

Poetry, Writing

how do you explain anxiety to someone?
is it the hitch in your breathing and then
the tightness in your chest
as you try to catch yourself
and remind yourself that you’re still standing
but your legs want to fold
and your brain is telling you that it’s not safe
and you haven’t been safe for a long time now
you can’t remember what it felt like not to feel the gnaw
and you can’t remember when it switched from
wanting not to cause a scene
to wanting to cause a scene
because if you collapse you get to leave
people will notice and care and treat you like spun sugar
but when you make your legs stride and your lungs burn
nobody is going to help you
and you’d cry if you had the air to do so
but instead you keep walking
and in that moment
you’d face a firing squad
because a bullet to the brain
is easier than meeting the eyes of a stranger