Her
I was born in the land of women.
Raised by wolves,
Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.
A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.
Father and mother.
Light and dark.
Brother and sister, and every connection that turned away,
She exists in harmony with all.
A lone wolf with a cub on her back,
She carries her burden with ease and gratitude,
as She lays her roots somewhere new.
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