I was born to tear holes in the solar system, to rage war and turn cities into dust. I am a woman; you should fear me. I am the final draft of mankind, the furthest from the apes. Still, I am animalistic. I will tear out your throat with my heels and make it look like an accident. My ancestors sent men to war at the mention of their names, led nations into their golden years, and even communed with their gods.
They say it's a man's world, but I've never seen anything but a woman running it.
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Growing Out My Hair Again
PoetryA poetry book for people recovering from trauma, for survivors, lovers, and people who aren't sure about their place in the world.
