I would consider myself a wild woman,
a loud woman,
breaking sound barriers to scream through clouds,
my father said,
I am more thunder than lightening.
More calculating and frightening,
slow burn rumble to cloud burst shattering,
I have been told that I am intimidating.
Been shown that I am intimidating.
Seen more backs fleeing from me
in desperate self-preservation acts of mercy
I look like I eat men.
I DO EAT MEN.
Well I would if given the chance
but survival follows them like clouds waiting to boom
I am spread open
That’s a wild woman thing see,
looking so tasty,
but sharing myself seldom,
I have molluscs for skin and
My spine will never forgive me,
But thunder clouds will not burst until wild woman is free
my grandmother told my mother,
“Be careful with your daughter.
She will do whatever she wants to no matter what you say”
so wild woman knows fear of being uncontrollable.
Whip lash chains burning feet in place
scorching so sweet
she searched for wisdom hunted for peace
strove forward and learned
that fear is an accident.
But staying afraid is a choice that rears its ugly heads
so wild woman tamed that beast
and old woman’s too.
And old woman lowered her leash just enough
for wild woman to learn how to touch her toes.
She’s always wanted to learn how to do the splits.
But wild woman does not have time for this,
because wild woman is finally on the prowl,
and wild woman learned how to pick her battles
but it doesn’t mean she’s very good at it
so howls follow her charred footsteps now.
Follow my footsteps now
I sometimes wish I didn’t tread so lightly,
walk so carefully
I want to feel my weight in my feet
in my heels and toes
and rock in the wind and root myself in the soil
in places I’m supposed to be
but wild woman is wandering.
19 years of starving and fighting lightening old woman
turns child to mother quickly,
searching for the next meal to over fill her belly
wild woman wants to be full
she is waiting for you to stop running.
So she can be full of you
wild woman was born taking up space.
And stopped apologizing for it
when wild turned from description to verb
and she saw that actions speak louder than words
so she turned her head to the heavens
I am hungry.
I am so hungry.
And your clouds,
finally burst storm to earth,
rumbling platitudes she can taste on her gums.
But they are empty.
So wild woman hunts.
Because she is free.
She is starving.
And there is nothing that can stop her now.