I am the wolf,
The owl,
The cat.

I am the dark girl,
Behind the crowd,
Ready to scratch.

I fear no people,
They are wrong.
When they judge MY PEOPLE,
My friends, My world.

Fear me mortal souls,
I am Me.
I am only myself,
Accept it,
Or leave.

I am crazy,
Always trying to help.
I always am there,
For ones in doubt.

My heart goes out to my people,
The dark and the light.
The nerds, the geeks.
I accept all of you.

No one is different,
When it comes to respect.
So respect or run,
I will hunt thee.

I am the wolf,
A follower of the pack.
I believe in right,
Heavens grasp.

So doth this differen me?
I think not.
I am myself.
I am in,
the right spot.

Life continues to divide and chain,
Follow the storm,
The moon and the rain.

You are yourself,
I am myself.
Let's be friends.
To tell all these people,
We do not care.

I am,
The wolf,
A human.

My spirit lives on,
In my writing.

Broken.
Batter.
Heart abused.
But what is this lightness in my shoes.
The waters of change washing great burdens away in floods of emotional inoculation.
This raging stream within my heart, so rarely changing course, embarking found a new port.
I dare choose a certain path, for when I do, my heart will show and break the walls I have built just.
Perpendicular lines in a certain arbitration make for brutal collaborations in the releasing of frustrations,

Where my neck is pleasantly pained, my back shows marks of her strain, of passions so uninterrupted.
The deep diffusion so rapidly placed, like the strongest engine turning, on the verge of breaking.
I feel the tension of need, so accurately placed, like the invariable pressure felt by a diamond in rock.  
An embrace from the canines allows me to see, the limit of her threshold I am lust blind to see.  
Not anger, but an ****** loss of time, dipping inside your soul with fingers of my mind so delicately.  
Her pleasure is the focus of my passion.
Fully exhausted.
Loved.
Cherished.

It's a start...