I was born of the rage of my mother:To devour the demons that she fought.
I wore their heads in a necklace
To remind the wrongdoers that no evil deed goes unpunished.
I wage wars against the darkness
Even though my skin is dark.
Blood drips from my lips and the scyther I hold,
My lolling red tongue is the cause of nightmares.
But remember-
I was born because all was not right with the world.
Or else my pacifist sisters would have sufficed.
I was born because there were injustice, hatred, and pillage.
And as long as I see those happening
Another earthly girl will take my form
And bring down her fury upon the world.
If you want a lotus instead of a scyther,
Treat her well.
Your mother, wife, daughter, sister-
She can be Annapurna or Kali.
