Minotaur, I And some will call me a demon,
And some will call me a beast.
Mothers snatch up their children,
If I should come within reach.
Insults will rain down upon me,
Curses on the day I was born.
Merely because all they see,
Is that I am hoofed and horned.


They fear the power nature gifted.
They hate the wild unknown.
Yet amongst these people my path led,
And alone I walk the road.
I have tried to soothe the fearful,
I have fought the ones who hate.
As through foreign lands I travel,
I grow weary from the strain.


Ancestors! Help me now,
There are no others to help me sing.
My voice alone must carry,
The wind must bear my plea.
Lend me your dusty patience,
Your wisdom steeped in time,
I am asking for some peace,
For courage past and honor mine.


-Anna Kathryn Smith