bitten by a wolf
The modern woman is a blur of activity, pressured to be everything to everyone.
The modern woman must be ambitious, but not too much.
To aspire to marriage and childbearing, yet still have a successful career.
To look after our men and nurture our babies.
To tread softly on the world, cook our own food while climbing the ladder of fortune.
We teach women to shrink themselves.
Yet we want confident women.
Women who are sexy, but not too sexy. Nice, but not too nice.
Why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage when we don’t teach boys the same.
Something tells us that men don’t get caught up in expectations or fall in love as easy as women.
Something tells us that men don’t settle down until their thirties.
That they don’t have a reproductive stopwatch quietly ticking in their ear.
I was 21, a naïve heart too full of empathy.
A target for men who lacked their own.
A relationship drowning in a fool’s paradise.
He assured me he was harmless.
Why did I ever trust a fox.
I ignored all my teachings.
How I survived, I still can’t believe.
I almost let him wipe out my wildness.
A weak enemy disguised as a predator.
Though I got away, I will never walk the same.
The Wild Woman, an endangered species.
Her shadow lurks behind us during our days.
To find her, we must dig into the ruins of the female underworld.
The harsh journey of discovering our natural instinctive psyche.
We must shift through the foggy memories of when we trusted foxes and got bit by wolves.
All I’ve got to say has already been said.
You’ve heard it from your sisters when they cried on the phone shedding layers of themselves while they sit in puddles of tears.
The harsh moments in life when we learn lessons from our mistakes.
You’ve felt it in the moments when you say, “I knew I should of listened to my intuition’.
We must feed our intuition by listening to it.
What good is a wild woman living in megatropolis unless she can hear the voice of the one who knows.
