I am an atypical woman
My bones don’t crack
They sing
They’re hollow
To let dreams pass
And flight take place
I am an atypical woman
Tightly bound ropes
Leave marks of freedom
On my bare skin
And snap
In the face of my wardens
I am an atypical woman
This prison is not for me
I never kneel
I am a roamer
A wandering dervish
I pause
At a caravanseray on the Silk Road
My horses and men to take rest
And leave again
In the middle of the darkest night
My hair a torch
Leading the way
I am an atypical woman
My baby is not my own
And yet I am his
A solitary lioness
Dare not approach
I don’t make friends
I feed
I am an atypical woman
I never come
I always leave
No matter how many times
I die
I grow back every time
Like lizards’ tails