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Aug 2020
I want my eyes to cut
my tongue to bash
my fists to beat till ******

I want to scream till my throat
runs raw & red
for my tears to burn holes
into skin
my teeth to sink
without mercy

I don't intend to be
a gentle thing
made up of rubies, pearls
all things that smell sweet

for my soul carries with it
a vicious bite
a raging fire
made up of passion
& foolish pride

not meant to be tamed
but loved fearlessly
& without abandon
I'm tired of this notion that women were made to be soft and loving
BB Ward
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BB Ward  20/F/Dallas, Texas
(20/F/Dallas, Texas)   
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