I Rage!

I am a survivor!
A fucking fighting beast,
a combatant killing machine,
BUT I am also a woman
with my own fucking needs!
I am tiered of having to
justify that to those who
view that a weakness in me!!!
I do not want hear:
“Oh You can handle it, you’ll be ok”,
“You’re strong, you’re a soldier”;
Motherfuckers!!! You do it,
if it is that easy, yourselves!
I have walked my path alone,
been woman and man,
taken care of it all,  problems,
people and property,
never asking for a hand,
always standing tall,
stout of breast,
never letting anyone
see me sweat.

Too many are watching and waiting,
waiting to see me fall,
gather into a fetal position
or on my belly crawl.  
Well guess what?!
You BITCHES can enjoy this now,
this is close to it as I will ever get!
I know I have lost my composure,
that I never let my basest self reflect,
but I am HUMAN
with everything that entails!
I am not at my strongest
or my best at this moment,
in this I have failed but I still… walk alone.
More alone than ever before,
eventually I will get it together,
regroup, battle weary and weatherworn
but I will have won the day and moved on.
This I will say: do not tell me what I know,
if a friend just prop me up if I falter,
hold my hand do not let me wander,
listen as I silently weep
and speak not of things,
of which I have no need. Please…