Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 5, 2008 22:25:24 GMT -5
They Called Me
Koyami Doma
They had me
17 long years ago
They gave me:
the body of a woman
They lead me:
To wonder which sex is better in bed (experimenting, but mostly straight)
I've come to know
not a soul
I can see through the eyes of
The Feline
You'll Have to See The Human Outside:
I'm the girl that everyone wants to be. I'm the one that even I want to be, and that's saying something when I girl likes their looks. I don't need makeup to turn head, it's written in the innocence of my eyes. In the smile that just screams kiss me with their large plump redness, like slices of red delicious apples. And in my silky hair, that seems to change all it's own as the seasons do- black in the dead of winter, blonde in the heat of summer when all the guys are drooling over me in my bikini. I like strutting my human stuff; and when the guys get to frisky...
Before you See the Animal Inside
I can't complain about the way I look as a cat. It brings out the other side of me; that side that no one wants to meet in my human side. When I revert to my cat form, it is because I am plotting. It is because I want to be left alone, and it is best to do so. My nails are sharp, I keep them that way for a reason-to tear apart your face like you probably deserve. When I am hungry, I will revert to my cat self because then I can kill without remorse; I am seen as an animal, I do not have to follow human standards. My cat form is inquisitive, it is all knowing. The stripes alternate, the medicine man of my village (at least that's how we refer to it) told me each color in my spirit animal meant something. The tan, he told, stands for courage-as in the lion. The grayish brown, said he, was intelligence, that I should always follow my instincts; for the animals came first; and they survived with only instincts. And the black, he warned, could only mean one thing; strength and murderous outbursts; of constant betrayal in my future.
But if you say hello, you'll see I'm:
I'm not your average playboy bunny, even if you wanted me to be. I am the angry type; someone may even call me the emo type. Well, in some cases. I mostly push that out of my mind and try to move on, try to climb up the ladder and disrupt whoever is in charge so that I can claim the throne. I am the woman, I am told that I am the chosen. And why shouldn't cats ruled like they did in Ancient Egypt?
I am a loner, and I like it that way. Like my spirit animal, I am an introvert, you do not get to know the real me for a while, and even then it takes a while to get it all out of me. My face does not often show my feelings, it is stoic, as some would say, and others would say it is a mask. My warning to you? Don't mess with me, I can get revengeful. And don't think I just know how to use my claws.
You'll Never Know What Got Me This Way, More Than This Once
I was born in what most would call an occult. I was the product of polgmy, of rotten old sperm in a supple woman's body. My father died of old age before I was ever even born. I was sheltered, some could say, for those early years; the occult drilling into our minds how we had to use the power of our spirit animals for good and how we would ascend to heaven. But I never really understood. Dogs are man's best friend; then what are cats? I was the problem child, and so they named me the spawn of the devil. THEY KICKED MY MOTHER OUT OF THE FRIGGIN OCCULT! Yes, I was about six, and mommy dearest was about 19. That's how bad it had been. She could never get enough food because she was always chasing me. And so when I was only 9, my mommy dearest died. I laughed. Good riddance. Who cares. I don't need her anymore.
But I was alone. I had to learn my skills all on my own. And so I would hunt in the daylight, when people would take pity on the cat and give it whatever scrape was in their pocket, or when the other cats weren't watching. I became rather good, and I began hunting at night, hating the humans that I lived amongst; even though I was one of them. I played with their minds whenever I saw them in my human form. I knew they wanted me; and I made sure they did with the clothes I would wear. I don't think I've worn a shirt that actually covered all of my torso since my mother died. And so you have it, oh, but I left the prime of my life out of this. Yes, I was enlisted to be a prostitute, and so I trained to kill. I trained to defend myself with a gun and with a knife.
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