They say man is an animal
that can get used
Only half of that tale is true.
You get used,
you become an animal,
but you get used to nothing.
Maybe you adapt.
You’re a tiger when you lunge,
a camel when you spit.
You’re all claws and teeth and it hurts
to speak. Fight or flight drives
your every nerve, and you have no use
for getting used to things.
Are you ever fully human again,
after this? Maybe you’re tamed,
released into the urban grey
where you growl
in your mother tongue.
You carry wildness in your head
through every office, street, or bedroom.
But this is your second self.
She’s an owl that rules your night,
a wolf pack that guards your hills.
Respect her, because
they will say that you, woman, are a being
that can survive
becoming a beast,
and back again.