I am a warrior queen.

Fear me.

Dare to cross me.

Strike me down. 

I will get back up. 

You may hit me,

But I hit harder.

Watch me throw a tantrum.

Watch me cause a scene.

I am chaos.

I am in control.

You fear me.

You do not cross me.

I strike you down.

You dare to hurt me?

To draw tears from my eyes?

To neglect the love that I lend you,

Yes. Lend you.

You should have always feared me.

And now you have crossed me.

And now I am an angry woman;

Unapologetically so.

Categories: Poetry

Annabel Hughes

Sub-editor for The Hysteria Collective
Zoology student at the University of Southampton with a passion for writing performative pieces and poetry

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