roar

My legs, covered in the scars and marks of where ive been

Powerful and strong to carry me where I'm meant to be

My hips curve and sway moving to the thump thump thump of my hot red blood

The staccato rhythm like a beat of a drum that grounds me in my feminine power

My eyes, like no one else's

window to my mind and spirit

Be wary of their swirling depths as I set you in my sights or the shiny cobalt as I seek to destroy

My hair, as big and wild as a lions mane just as untamable

Each curl holds the secrets of my sisters before me their struggle their pain their triumph