By Melissa Lake
I used to be Armenian,
until they took that from me too.
Except they made me better.
Now I am a chimera of all the things they could not kill:
a descendant of a people who could not break.
I have evolved to be smarter and more powerful and stronger.
They killed me and created something better:
gave me an echoing howl and a tougher hide and razor teeth. Now I have claws that sink in and won’t let go.
I would never have been born if they weren’t afraid of what I could be. Now I’m greater than I ever was.
I stand at their doorway, heavy breath at their neck, blood dripping from my muzzle. They are afraid of the monster they created.
And they should be.