Woman Be Damned

She is woman be damned. She is fiery breath, spitting words like arson, burning down those who oppose her. She is a tidal wave, a thunderstorm, a terror-attack on a pitiful patriarchy. Striking down with bombs made of words and a suicidal smile that makes her indestructible.

I am happy in her shadow. I am the analytic and figures behind her rage. I am the timid first bud on the pioneer flower after the blaze burnt down the forest. I am weak whispers and shy eyes. I am wanting to make a difference, but the wrong one to try.

I am the meek mouse and she is the fierce lion.

But both are capable of taking the elephant down.