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*Warning: Well-deserved naughty language below!
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It is the women
who will save us now.

We are the ones
we have been waiting for.

We were born
to bring light
to the dark—

even as we choke
on your black
fucking
ash.

Good old boys
are crumbling.

Echoes of locker room jokes
devoured
by the power
of our womb.

I took my rage
to the wilderness
so it would not destroy me.

The ocean
transformed it.

I am fire.

Step aside.

I do not care
if this makes you angry.
If it makes you feel insignificant.
If it sidelines you.

That is not my intention.

But it is also not my intention
to spend my creative life force
protecting
your ego.

I will no longer
shrink myself.

Or my sisters.

There is a reason
we call Nature
Mother.

A sovereign force
of creation
and destruction.

Her compassionate fury
is upon us.

You will tremble in her presence.

And if you cling
to crumbling patriarchy,
you will curse her,
shame her,
try and silence her.

Roll your eyes.
Call her crazy.
Say her existence
cannot be proven.

Never doubt
the fury
of a wild woman.

You wanted her soul.

But a woman
who refuses to be tamed
is Un-ownable.

So it made you want her more.

Intoxicated
by earth
and incense.

Spellbound.

That’s what happens
when you fuck
with a witch.

You burn her.

But she will rise—

not as one

but as a collective force
of all the “bitches”
you thought you buried.

Jokes on you.

Don’t fuck
with the Unfuckwithable.

We get close enough
to feel your breath
on our tender cheek

and we
will not
look away.

Love is a force
that will transform the rage

until we feel the ocean
creating storms
through our palms.

We will sink
our bloody fangs
into your power-hungry pants.

You will know who we are
by the marks
we left
in your flesh.

And then

we will twirl away

to pick

wildflowers.

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