Today's prompt was to write about our alter-ego. Alrightey then...!
(I always wanted to be She-Ra or Supergirl when I was younger, now I'll settle for any fierce feminist and brave woman. My alter-ego is definitely made of sterner stuff!)
Really enjoyed this!
Alter-Ego
A cross between She-Ra and Supergirl -
hero not victim, feminist not finesse -
without the spandex or cloak, she carries a sword
twice the size of herself, thickens the air
with that sure-of-herself stride.
She is not meek. Spouts flames
where I drown in silence, putters at the edge
of rage with a spark I can barely extinguish.
She does not vacillate between nuance and nicety
but plunges right in, guffaws and hyena-shrieks
at foibles I parley with politeness.
She has no qualms, no quietness,
is no princess - but dragon, fire, fierce.
Chomps at the bit of reality, chews, and spits
it out. Desires more. Does not give away an ounce
of self-worth. Authenticity, bravery, ferocity, personified.
Scarlett O' Hara's red earth rage
heart held over hurdle of head.
Medusa in anger, Artemis in age.
Woman without worry, without want
to please.
She is all tongues, my alter-ego,
when I am tongue-tied, vilified;
words her weapons, enemies hushed.
When I dither, it is her voice in my throat
between my teeth, wanting out.
Her self that trumps
all sense of self-doubt.
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