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Thee Beast

by Rachael Somers

All over my body.
If you collected every strand
My particles would travel for miles
And encompass more land than a conqueror could imagine.

My hair
All over my body,
Covered as a beast.
My unique strands carry richness:
Showing them
I am the ruler of this land.

But He,
He expects me to groom myself.
Remove my beastiality,
To be presented as more domesticated
Suitable to his gaze.

But baby,
The rivers are never calm
Because Life cannot be controlled.

Merely respected, cherished, and loved.
As a holder and creator of Life,
Can’t you see, without me
You can not be carried?

I carry my hair
And I carry you

If one must go,
Why should I lose my crown?

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