I am uncivilized, strange, and wild I will not be a silent obedient child, Will not bend to patterns I know And paths I left for safer roads. I am a woman in my own right Bloodied by my courageous fight Against lions, tigers, bears, And those who simply do not care. I will not agree with your entourage Will not help prop the mirage And when your parade passes by I will not chime in with the lies. You are cold because you have no clothes You are naked, and can put on a coat The moral of that story was To tell the truth without pause To recognize authority's mistakes And call out the frauds and fakes. If you cry "off with her head!" I will leave and be free of dread You may wound others the way you were, But I'll speak truth even when it hurts.