What's wrong with being a horrible woman
fangs, claws and all
I won't concede to petty tings
or bow to rules made by childish men

I shall speak with my whole chest, always
and not burst disintegrated into silence
for I was made in this earth
not with some leftover calcium
scavenged by an image of mans ego

I am more than existence itself
with atoms touched by the stars
petty things and childish men
cannot demand my presence
or my reverence

For I am the fabric of time
perceived through a human lens
captured only in a fleeting moment
of what you call life

I am gravity bound
holding you to your word
for you call me a horrible woman
and I say - what a lovely sound