i was called a succubus
because
i enjoy sex,
but why do women
have to be quiet about
their wants and their desires?
no one has ever appreciated
my fire, my ambition, my feral wilds;
they want the pretty painted face
without the chore of having to know
me or having to respect me and my magic—
that is not something i will ever entertain,
because i am worth loving in every season
of me;
won't hide my horns or thorns or talons
simply because they scare you
because they're every bit as much a part of me
as the trees, the flowers, and the seas—
they want us feminine and fragile,
i am feminine but i won't break;
know my magic and my voice and i won't
surrender my power nor submit it
to any.
© 2022 Linda. M. Crate
Linda M. Crate's poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has ten published chapbooks, the latest being Hecate's Child (Alien Buddha Publishing, November 2021).
A social media link: https://www.facebook.com/Linda-M-Crate-129813357119547
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