Unedited Ragey Poem: Am I Gentler?

Before I was a mother I was an arrow

A hawk on the wind

Focusing on the twitch of a blade of grass with deathly precision

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Then I gathered nesting materials

And built a summer manor

Put walls here a window there

Made sure the corridors are straight and long and empty to the gardens

So that breezes can flow through

Arrows bounce off the cool stone walls

And I split into a burst of crows

Called a murder