I am, have always been, flawed. I am imperfect, I am rejection line, I am uniquely faulted. My skin is charred from the fire in my bloodstream and has become tough, thick with scales. I am dark brown eyes, I am steady gaze, I am creature in the dark. How lovely it is to be more feared than loved. How powerful the feeling makes me; my voice louder than yours ever was after I finally burned off my muzzle. I am fire breath, I am barred teeth, I am born dragon. You cannot control the wildness in my heart, in every fiber of my being. You cannot take me for hostage, I will burn down everything you once found beautiful and you will know how it feels to have every good thing ripped away from you in an instant.
You have never lived this life. You have never been torn down daily since before you even understood prejudice, before you understood the meaning of every insult thrown your way. I am wild, I am burning anyone who has ever wronged me, I am a war cry, I am blood in your mouth.
I am iron heart, thick skin, wild soul. I am a forest fire, and you will only ever be fuel to my flame.
YOU ARE READING
aligning stars
Poesíai collected the stars for you but you already had the moon ❁book of original poems and prose❁
