Short Stories and Drabbles

She-Wolf

I am not fragile, I'm not made of glass,

Your damaging words, I know, will pass.

You give every woman, princess or whore,

A box to fit into, won't let us be more.

I won't be a lady, nor a faint-away Maid,

I'm a fairytale bad wolf and our scene is laid.

From youth we are told "cross your legs and don't pout"

If you're nice, when you're grown, you'll marry some lout.

But i am a she-wolf, my fangs are bared,

And amongst every woman, my power is shared.

You don't bother with faces, you don't know my name,

All you see is a body, just something to shame.

But i am a she-wolf,  fangs bared all the while,

you leer and call out "sweetheart, give us a smile!".

You've cornered and trapped me, my back to a wall,

But never, not once, did i consent to feel small.

You think that I'm beaten, but the odds just won't stack,

You may know where i am, but what of my pack?

We each have each other, we're never alone,

Our wits have been sharpened, our claws have been grown.

What you do to a she-wolf, 'neath the moon or the sun,

Her pack returns tenfold, so you'd better run.