Matador

Matador

I play a matador’s game with life,

Face it squarely,

Deceive its sharp horns,

Wave embroidered glitter in its face,

I flaunt who I am and proudly,

In the noonday sun,

I dance for no audience,

Save my own soul,

I lust not for blood,

Merely for life, 

I stand here alone,

With the cape in my hand,

I flee not from battle,

I laugh when I can.

Ha! Toro! 

See me here, 

See me now!

See me, Life!

I am a WOMAN!

I am no man’s wife.

 

Danielle Steele

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SHE

SHE

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