Boudica and I
Am I evil to lurch after your smiles Your petty wishes of thuggery over the womanly mind And I, one of the million carriers of it What do you see when you think of me? Bent and bruised? Hurt and ambushed? Boudica did not shy from war She carries the blood of the thousands of Romans who had her flogged Her rage tattooed on those civilisations to this day She, an obedient wife and mother of two, I, her descendent, powerless but powerful enough to kill you Who said I am not hurt? I bleed the same tears with which Boudica painted herself a commander I bleed them dark and light I bleed them up and down together while you watch with your lustful retinas selling my body to those who can claim it theirs I watch you with my irises a shining glow of darkness you can't engulf me but I can eat you as I bleed Don't you know what happens when you bleed too much? Ask Boudica, she ate her enemies and ravished their taste History remembers her for her rage It shall write me for my hunger. ~ Aaz...