Though She Be Little

“Oh, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school.
And though she be but little, she is fierce.”

  --William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

She woke up like this.
Fearless, strong.
Exactly the way
she was meant to be.

Red Rover, Red Rover,
she dares to knock you
over. Half warrior/half girl.
Allow her.

She winks at your boundaries,
she splinters your fences.
Flawless in her posture,
relentless in her dreams

she fears not the fire;
becomes the flame.
Put her in heels, she’ll kick
them off. Burn her at the stake

for knowing too damn much.
But do not tell
a girl to stay in her lane.
She is Artemis, of the moon.

She is a girl.
She woke up
like this. She will
own you one day.