I Am a She Wolf I Told My Mother

They underestimated me because I am a she. I threw back my head and showed my teeth. My wolf howl was terrifying; they feared me now. Not understanding their mistake until I devoured them. Masticating is my favorite thing to do after I show my soul. I chomped them down and swallowed them in grateful gulps. Why do you do that? My mother asked, not understanding. She is a product of the forties and fifties; she wears a dress to vacuum. I am she-wolf, I told her. I answer to no man or woman. I am my best self. I howl at the moon and chant my truth. Those who cannot take it can run. But run fast, for I love to show my dangerous side. I am all powerful. I am woman. I am in charge of myself in every capacity. I do not wear the dresses or colors of other women. I forge my own path with daggers and axes. I gave her an eerie elongated wolf howl. She jumped out of my way, my mother. Fearing the ultimate me I intended to be.