The Girls

You know the girls

That turn heads and break necks

The girls

That cause the four-car pile ups

Then remain blameless

The girls

That all the boys want to call home

But oceans aren't stagnant

They move with the tides, waiting only for the call of the moon to move

And tsunamis don't build white picket fences

They break them splinter by splinter, adhering to no call from man to stop

You know the girls

That cut through all the boys hearts

Then get thank you cards in the mail

The girls

That not only posses the power of the feminine

But are equipped to wield it too

The girls

That are born and bread to be more than a womb

Molded from the body of a sword

These girls

These blueprints of destruction

These girls

They aren't role models or household names

They don't keep elegant china in their cupboards

Their throats don't burn with the acidity of words unsaid

These girls

They will be followed

To the edge of earth and back

Just for a glimpse of

A brush with

The divine

The untouchable

The unknowable

The girls