you don’t have to be pretty
you don’t owe it to me or anyone else
to be lovely,

you don’t have to be quiet
i’ve no need for your niceties 
or your gentle murmurs
when you are stifling a roar.

go ahead and be that feral creature
wildness matched only by hunger
feed on the warm blood of traditional
gnaw on that old bone of acceptable

no one gets to make you tiny,
if you want to be as vast as the sky

teach the world how to howl
how to come undone in the canyon of soul
we were all ferocious once
we are all animals
learning how
to be