Her

Fri, 02/22/2019 - 01:50 -- M.S.C.

I was born in the land of women.

 

Raised by wolves,

 

Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.

 

A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.

 

Father and mother. 

 

Light and dark.

 

Brother and sister, and every connection that turned away,

 

She exists in harmony with all.

 

A lone wolf  with a cub on her back,

 

She carries her burden with ease and gratitude, 

 

as She lays her roots somewhere new.

 

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