I am my mother's savage daughter

[PikaBlue]

The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother's child is a savage
She seeks her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones

We are all brought forth out of darkness
Into this world through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are rising
So sing them with thunder, sing them with rain.

We are our mothers' savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot cursing sharp stones
We are our mothers' savage daughters
We will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.

Karen Kahan, aka Wyndreth (Savage Daughter)