Do we deserve?

How would you know?

When her lips meet a curve?

From bitter to broke
She reminds herself firm
To coddle her none
For fate be the cure

A riddle too special
One rare without words

She lolls deep in a garden
With a face that’s still hers

She’s begging a stranger
“May I be demure?”

Her face turns to a gemstone
While the wind sings
“May you always be pure”

Valley of the dolls
Masks sinking in the bay
Pretending there is perfect
Is always in the way

Wide eyes that know the truth of you
A smile that hides the rage
A door cracked for the womanhood that has a wild edge

Fem asks me if I’ll reflect her yet
Like drinking sand from a petal stained with blood
Red is her color and she wants it back
Power, lust, instinct, and the phoenix breathes a flame.

Find me, burning
Find me, tied down
Find me, soaring
Find me, underground
Find me, calling
Find me, dead
Find me, invited
Find me, feminine.

A wild woman with a wild smile, with wild eyes who hide the truth.