Dragon Girl

ALL BLK GIRLS ARE NOT FIRE BREATHERS BUT
THE MYTH OF THE FLAMED BEAST HAUNTS EACH DAUGHTER
THE THING ABOUT MYTHS IS THAT
THEY ARE TRUE UNDER SOME SUN
SOMEWHERE LONG AGO THIS WORLD MADE ONE OF MY MOTHERS A DRAGON
IN MY 19 YEARS I HATCHED AND GREW A TORCHED TONGUE
AND COLD BLOOD
THE ONLY WAY I KNEW TO SURVIVE WAS TO
PROTECT THE CASTLE OF GIRLHOOD
BUT NEVER LIVE IN IT
THE ONLY WAY I KNEW TO LOVE BURNED EVERY BRIDGE I OWNED
I BEGAN A SMALL FLARE, WHEN I SPOKE
I’D SINGE THE WRONG GIANT
MY MOTHER
A TEACHER
MY FATHER
NONE COULD DOUSE A FLAME
BUT ALL KNEW THE ART OF A CHAIN TO A HOUSE FOR OBEDIENCE
RESTRICTION WAS ONLY KEROSENE IN MY GUT
SILENCE IS NOT BECOMING OF A DRAGON GIRL
MY FIRST LOVE TRIED TO TEACH ME THE EMBER OF QUIET
IT LASTED ONLY SO LONG
MY MOUTH FINALLY OPENED
AND HELL FELL OUT
EVERY DAY, I CLEAR THE ASH FROM MY THROAT
SO MY PRAYERS DON’T ARRIVE TO GOD IN SOOT
IN THE LAST, I ASKED FOR THE OCEAN TO DRINK
SO I WOULD NOT BURN MY NEW LOVE