Wolves
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

Oh so small and delicate too
Is a young girl born into our world

So, from the moment she opens her green eyes
She’s at the mercy of the wolves

It’s true for a time they are bigger and stronger
And they know it

And throughout her life, she comes to learn
They will take every chance they have to show it

All so instinctively, she reaches for the ones
The ones who ought to keep her safe

Until the first time that they let her down
All to save a man’s name

And so then, she wanders on her own
Searching for the next thing and the next

She clings to what might protect her just for a minute
So she can let down her guard and rest

You see, it hasn’t changed, it’s a scary place
Even as she’s grown older

Now, she’s a woman on a dimly lit street
And that’s where the hunters hunt her

After all, the way things are was written by men
Not a little girl with something to say

Hex the patriarchy that seeks to slowly
Take pieces of her along the way

A little bit of her voice, a little bit of her power
A little bit of her courage, of her brilliant mind

But she won’t let them take what’s hers
And all the ways she is meant to shine

She’ll keep soft edges
Where scar tissue wants to form

She’ll still light up at wondrous things she loves
Defiant of their scorn

And while the Earth around her burns with division and hate
She’ll show her good and kind heart without fear

Though she knows there are wolves out there
She remains a delicate deer

Written March 29, 2023
© 2023 Kelly Ann Wilson