in memory of Virginia Woolf and Anne Sexton, two of the greatest
writers of all time.


What She Is


I am not- a loaded Gun. Not even

made of metal.

I am not- a burning fire.

I am not- a heap of ash, or an empty China box,

Nor a string of beans.

I am not a petal, or a rose, not even a bud.

I am the smile that saw you fall, the curse that made you do it.

I am the one who dares.

Who sighs, and then plunges. I plunge deep and

beyond. I crawl. I sit and stand.

I dare to say I can think.

I am Queen. Everything, which is dark, which is light, which is loaded
with life.

(So load me up baby, wanna take a crusade with the shadows of
Your manhood?)

I am not- a loaded Gun.

I am the bomb of a million atoms. You have created me,

now let me,

pour my salt in our wounds.




Poetry by Natt
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Written on 2007-08-10 at 11:53

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