PrettyOddBird

I'd really rather stay here and watch my hair grow.

I'm still a Lion.  Even if those I trusted Most Sheared my mane,  And plucked my claws, And filed my teeth, I'm still a Lion. 

I blow out bad thoughts through my mouth so I don't get caught too much on idle reflection. I clench my fists tighter so my blood will pump steel back through veins into my heart that hurts to pulse and I can't look through this pain of rage. I open my lungs to SCREAM, release this hatred from my burning diaphragm So I can stop coughing up poison. The venom to honey ratio is imbalanced again and there's fire behind my eyes. I can't see when I get like this. I want to rip and tear apart every piece of me until there's nothing left but concrete, Choke my throat and cut holes in my palms as punishment for self-inflicted sins Of trusting even though I know I'm not built to forgive.

You are who you think you are.

I don't want to betray my grandmother's blood, but I'm tired of being a wolf.

“In the wild, every woman is a hunter.” - Jidenna

It's a fine line between loyalty to someone else and disloyalty to yourself.