Foot stomping
Chain sawing
Woman
Putting it in your face
Fist pumping
Sweat soaked leather clinging
Heels of steel
Head banging lady of fury
Oh, Wendy O, what a wonder you
were
Yes, as you said, “I’ve got a
reputation”
A nonstop machine, against the
machine
Against the business of business
I’m sure
The ones
Making money off generic art
feared your voice
Like a train rolling down the
track
Like a bullet
Like a sledgehammer
Driven down on top of a
television
Creating a short circuit of
electrical explosions
Wendy brought it all
All was what she brought
To every stage she rocked
Like a flower holding a shotgun
Her sweat covered
Muscled body of destruction
Took no prisoners
Took no shit
Wendy O. Williams
You’re truly missed
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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