But there is a wolf in you,
she’s the one that says those things that you always think are too forward.
That you bite you lip and never say.
Listen to her,
"Time has warped you," she'll whisper softly in your ear. "Little one, you aren’t what you once were.
I see the bruises that reach far deeper than carbon,
and you know there is being polite and kind, and then, there is standing up for yourself
And you’ve begun to believe that you can’t do both."
(People have told you this: “Stop being a b****” and you, you little darling you, have never wanted to be someone people don’t like)
"You’ve always had the courage," she'll say. "To know when to hold your tongue and to stiff up your lip against all that they say."
She'll smile at you, all teeth and wit, cooing softly in the hopes that you'll hear her, caring as if you are bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh.
"Now be brave enough to know that it’s time to speak out!"
She'll say,
"Those that condemn you,
little pup,
Aren’t worth the galaxies in your eyes, and the stardust in your bones."