Some people are firestarters
others rain
others rock
women are animals
that men hunt
men are butterflies that
can’t ever really be caught
I am free and I am burdened
I use the fire to get me hot
I put it out when I get lost
I was never my mother’s
not even in the womb
a psychic on Alder street said
when the seed was planted
I was bloomed
I raged out of her fists up and
how do I shake it?
Angry babies are not funny
they just try to fake it
I was always my father’s child
If at a distance
I was a grown man,
a grown woman
I am fire, ice
all of it
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MAMA BIRD 
Masterful! Or mistressful?
I’ll take either 🙂 Thank you!!
As you know, I love this poem. It is something out of the ordinary in my opinion 🙂
Great! 🙂
Terah, WOW!!! Thank you so much. While I know you wrote about your experience, you spoke for many of us and some who never did get their voice. You are FIRE!
xx