your mother told you fairy tales, but she didn’t tell you this:
girls who run with the wolves aren’t here for boys to love.
you walk in moon dust
and stars are sprinkled in your hair;
you wear strength and darkness equally well,
women like you drown oceans.
you have always been half goddess, half hell.
when the sun sets and the wolves run,
your heart belongs to every star,
and you will never need a king to be a queen.
a queen will always turn pain into power.
you walk on fires others are scared to put out,
because you wear it for skin with a storm in your soul.
sometimes the princess and the witch are one,
and red riding hood will eat the wolf.
don’t let them forget
that the most powerful hurricanes begin when the wind disguises itself
as the tiniest breeze and the briefest hint of sea.
there is lightning in your soul,
you were made of miracles,
and you can run all you want,
but in the light of the moon
the wolves will always call you back.
[this is a found poem i put together with five or six Pinterest posts i came across; most of the lines are from the poem that inspired this one, by Lydia Maartin, and the rest are from Nikita Gill, Rupi Kaur, Zachry K. Douglas, and a few unknown sources. i didn't write any of this, just got inspired by other incredible writers and combined their works!]
Big announcement
My whole family sits around my cheap table
Turning their noses up the best that they are able
Naturally I should have more than this...right?
If I weren't in debt, than I "naturally" might
But times are tough, food's expensive too
"I'm doing my best! Look what I've made for you!"
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
But they already know that I'm precariously high strung
However, with this opportunity, I will speak my mind
They have no choice but to listen, they're too damn kind
"Attention, please!" I say, quite loud
Heads turn in my direction, I continue, voice proud
"I know that these accommodations aren't quite up to par;
I also know that most of you have traveled utterly far.
But trust me, dear family, your experience will be fine!"
And then we say grace, and commence to dine.
My smile grows as the meat disappears
The multiplying compliments quell my previous fears
"Your attention once more." I command, standing tall
My hands shake as my family's faces start to fall
They can tell that something isn't right
Maybe it's my smile, maybe it's the light
That gleams in my eyes. "That wasn't turkey or ham.
That wasn't even pork, or beef, or lamb.
Do you remember my fiance? How you said she was sweet?
Well, she left me for someone else-no please, stay in your seat-
I was so hungry, and she had come here
To get her things, I suppose, and let me say, it's queer
How easy it is to break somebody's neck."
They're all quite pale now, my family is a wreck
Laughter mixes with my voice, my mouth begins to secrete
"You were absolutely right, family! She WAS very sweet!"
