Through Skill, Not Skin

 You are unlucky that I am in a good place,

Because I am at peace,

I can afford to be quiet,

And yet,

You still expect,

Me to speak,

When I can walk,

Walk the path of life,

Hand in hand with myself.

I can take care of the tires of my car,

I can go to the hospitals for my scars,

Yes, I can drive,

My father taught me well.

What he did not teach me, 

Is to become prey

to your predatory gut.

So, in that sense, 

You are unlucky,

Because the lamb you thought I was,

I am not.

I am a lioness who is hungry,

Hungry to make it on her own,

Hungry to survive,

To feed her predatory soul.

I want to reignite the fire in me,

To only light up the world,

Through skill, not skin,

And me as a whole.