At your own peril

I was born a lioness,
I was made queen,
I am a miracle,
I hold a force,
I have always been sublime.
I can be forgetful, though.

But I won't deny my wildness,
won't let you write my final scene
or my name in your chronicle.
I will scream even after I get hoarse,
I will take what is meant to be mine.
That's how a flower shall grow.

16/06/2019