I like being angry. <br />I like the wolf rasping at my larynx <br />the way she snarls and snaps at the back of my throat. <br />I may mute and muzzle her <br />but she's still there, straining- <br />Sometimes <br />I let her loose, and then <br />she does not want to <br />make friends <br />make love <br />make up <br />make nice <br />She doesn't want you <br />to apologize, to compromise <br />no! <br />She'd like to throw you back <br /> chew you up <br /> spit you out <br />and leave without looking behind her. <br /> <br />I do not like loneliness. <br />But that is where my wolf leads me.<br /><br />Aliya Deri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-age-feminism/
