For My Future Daughter

I wish for my daughter to become a savage. A perfectly wild and untamed creature who spits fire from the deepest pit of her being. Who isn’t afraid to bare her teeth and eat away at men with tranquilizers and diagnoses of “hysteria.” Who breaks the silence of her quiet eyes and tells the whole world what she sees. because she is the one that terrifies them. Whose claws are painted with the dirt and mud of revolution instead of sexy red. Who remembers that fighting a war for the entirety of life is tiresome. Who comes home to mom every once in a while for healing kisses and snuggles in bed (if she still fits). Who lets the love mama pours into her savage heart carry her farther than the reaches of the horizon she is bound to greet.