So still
thunder is until loosed
when moon shines and I am freed
I take all that is mine from you
the oak holding up the sky
a leaf reincarnating as it dies
river cutting its way through rock
flower unfolding past a concrete block
even the earth
even the earth
I will roar into the silence shake the bones of your pretense fill the darkness with my jagged light expose your perverted hate-filled blight and by the time the sun rises above you will know what you have been afraid of: that I am a dangerous woman.
– Able Boodha
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This one is my favorite. It reminds me, not so much in words, but in the way it feels of another poem. I’m so tired right now I can’t think of the name, but it might be a Plath poem. Something about witches. This poem shares that same “Hear Me Roar” feel as that one. Or, rather, the one I’m thinking of.
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