I am not that woman
I am not her bleeding womb
Don't call me crazed or fetching
Don't feed me to your frenzied wolf
Although my heart might sometimes bleed,
I am not that woman's scream
Don't bleed me dry with your cut and dry
Don't keep me from your other wolf
Don't steal from me what I have become
because of what she may have done
Don't take away my light, this day
for what the others have taken away
"which wolf wins?..."
the old cherokee simply replied,
"the one that you feed"
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