100% Warrior Poet
I feel it in my bones:
The call of the wilds of Ireland.
Boudicca’s legacy sings in my blood.
I am Telesilla,
leading warriors with my words.
I am Deborah,
guiding Barak into battle.
I am Berenice,
champion of the charioteers.
I am Zenobia, commanding an insurrection.
I am Cleopatra, maneuvering an armada.
I am Cartimandua, sheltering a traitor.
I secede in silence,
because I have spit my tongue at Dionysus’ feet.
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