I was born with unopened eyes,
skin striped black with shadows of my ancestry,
a roar that resonates in my bones
calls me to the water,
and to the hunt.
They tried to cage me once,
to ***** out the orange of my wildness,
file down my fangs,
told me I could live on
packaged, processed meat.
I chuffed at them
having taken the mangroves as my lover,
his salted bark the perfect reflection,
both of us camouflaged between earth
and sea.
He never seeks to tame my roaming ways,  
paws itching for unfamiliar earth,
claws ever carving new ground
He simply lets me breath, unmuzzled,
free to embrace my soft feminine wild