you are not a delicate lamb.
you are not destined for the abattoir.

don't look at them with doe eyes
hidden behind a film of your own pain
(as well as that of others).

if he touches you
don't take it gently.
don't let him push you down and steal the laughter from your eyes and the song from your smile.

you were not born to be slaughtered.
you are not a piece of meat.

you were born with a smile on your lips
don't let their selfishness take it away.
fight back
don't let them treat you like a lamb that's been bred for their pleasure.

fight back.

you are a pillar of strength
you are a goddess.
your body is your temple.

you are not a lamb
do not let them slaughter you.

crickets serenading the crows to sleep
trees send out calls to one another on the wind
rustling branches
what a masterpiece the stars make
nestled in the spun navy blue of the night sky
fawns and deer scream to one another
grunt warnings and snort dry grass
baby bunnies chirp to distant moms
being chased by auburn tailed foxes
the frogs try and calm their throats of the
incessant pockets of air that erupt from their
stomachs
the moon's veil casts lacy shadows on the leaves
filling the gaps in the branches
white moonwashed asphalt sparks with diamonds
the sun trying to break the barrier of darkness
pushing and bulging over the horizon with a pop
hazy pink lemonade spills over the edges of
distance mountain ranges
orange Starbursts melt on the tips of the crows' claws
lavender wax seeps around the sleeping bunnies
still chirping in their shortening sleep
the stardust that fell during the night
sparkles like dew on the blades of grass
and floats like fairies through the
apple juice air
thick and warm cinnamon roll clouds
roll by in the liquid gold sky
the scent of cherry pie and toast every morning
in the summer
and the scent of honeydew melon
with bamboo extract right before
dusk.