Cheetah

In the wild, I would be a cheetah. 
Crawling, biting, drooling.
I would roar instead of speak
I would run instead of freeze
I would stare my enemies down
Instead of crawl to a corner and cry. 
A cheetah stares life in the face. 
A cheetah knows it only lives once.
A cheetah knows life is fickle, fleeting, gone
A cheetah knows who is prey and who is an ally.
A cheetah knows. 
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In the wild, I would live forever
Or until a bigger cheetah will hunt me down
But I would live so fully until that moment
So fully
Like a cheetah. 
Like a woman-cheetah. 
​Wild, vocal and free.