Extraordinary Wolves

Open my skin
show them my flesh
let them know
I am no
ordinary wolf
I am the cry of the broken
people
I am the laugh of the innocent
child  
I don't write to be loved
I don't write to be read
by the preacher's daughter
read my thoughts to the
drunkard
the junkie
the prostitute
read me to the people
our holy books condemn
read me to the loner
the madman dreamer
the anti socialite
read me to the people
our society burns
the sinners, the
misunderstood fuckers.

Open their skin
show them their flesh
let them know
they are the extraordinary
wolves. They can howl as they bloody
choose.