Self-Portrait (Vixen's Den)

And some would even call me ugly,

If they knew what I was-

A blasphemy on the lips of saints.

I am a woman-and violence

Stirs the air around me,

But inside, I'm an explosion-

I seethe, I burn-

This is nothing new.

I will not bother to be vague.

I know hate too well

To veil my words with words.

I have lies outside of me,

But that keeps truth safe within.

I am a woman-

Too strong to be foolish,

And to weak to be clever.

I am the only portrait of myself

That is real.