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Women who run with the wolves,
never play by anyones rules.
They make them up as they go,
with anyone they'll outshow,
a fire is lit by their fuel.
She is the keeper of wild-like zing,
wears coarse, horse-hair earrings.
She stays among all-knowing creatures,
and takes on wolf-like features,
easily manipulating her off-spring.
She is the old one who collects bones,
for her sins she doesn't atone.
She is the finder of the soul,
in her charge she keeps patrol,
and to her bidding is never alone.
In all women LaLoba exists,
her psyche pushes on, persists.
She gives courage for women to share,
giving ultimate, breathe life-care,
and in her services we must enlist.
Note:
This poem was inspired by the book, Women Who Run With the Wolves, by Clarissa P. Estes
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