Dangerous Woman

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

One thought on “Dangerous Woman

  1. 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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