I walk like I own the whole world.
My hips move clouds,
My breath guiding them along,
And water springs where my heels pierce the earth.
I walk like the world is mine to hold.
My steps ring confidence’s battle cry.
I am a lioness, fierce as hell
But softer than linen gauze.
My hands are made of fire,
To light and warm, to smelt and refine,
But never to harm.
I walk like I own the whole damn world,
Because, right now, I really do.