She used to be an innocent child,
Running free, half bare, half wild.
In summer fields of dust and gold,
She’d let her wildest dreams unfold.
Deep in the corn,
A feral child was born.
She used to swim in warm seas,
Dance on ripples in the breeze.
In glinting waters full of light,
She’d let her fantasies delight.
Deep in the sea,
The feral child swam free.
Then men would come and rape her corn,
Leave her fields bleeding, torn.
In would clatter loud machines,
To shatter all her childhood dreams.
In the real world,
The adult slowly unfurled.
The glinting waters became still,
The child within had lost her will.
Shoved in shoes and choked in ties,
The feral child said her goodbyes.
In the mainstream,
She forgot how to dream.
But as the years accumulated,
She who grew, matured and mated,
Watched with pride as her young grew,
And when it stirred within she knew…
That forever deep inside,
The feral child had never died.