I am fueled by feminine rage. I will not lie down and take it like a beaten dog. I will snap and snarl like a caged wolf. I will tear at the hands that reach for me; I will never be perfect and tame and pretty. I will claw at the bars, they will never be able to hold me. Then I will rip at the throats of men who dared to tell me who I should be. Blood dripping from my fangs, maybe they will see me as I am. A wild, frightening thing. Cast me with the wretched beasts so that I may be free. -bea-