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The Wolf

By Faith Ho Russell

fathers cut daughters leaving scars for lovers to find

when you found mine and traced them with your fingertips

and i smiled

maybe that is why when you broke skin with words

i wailed like a small child

to girls, with soft hearts

and precious minds

before you invite the man in make sure it is not the wolf who first hurt you

that awaits underneath wearing a different skin


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