ricocheted thoughts from the edge

 
let crimson lips bleed truth  
carve out the rotten  
with wisdom bullet proof  
 
my words weapons  
that both protect and cut down  
inside them there is shelter  
a fortress to refuge  
 
I am asylum  
to the beaten and cast aside  
they recognize my voice  
it rings true  
even to my own shame  
 
I tell it like it is  
with a razor tongue  
I cut through my own bull  
finding the heartbeat of the problem  
and taking its pulse  
 
my inner beasts I name  
then call them to get in line  
I won't take their shit  
I've run out of time  
 
no more games played on me  
it's a fucking bore  
I'm a full grown woman of the world  
 
called to do damage  
if you're so inclined