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Rumour has it (female porcupines cannot be raped*)
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2011 Were I to grow spikes;
needles upon my skin hard as nails, loaded like a nurf gun ready to fire
Were I to become shelled, protected to the point of infallibility
Were I to heighten my senses; load the quills at the slightest sound
Were I to shrink so small I am barely visible to the average beast
So small I could hide in the tangles of brush, the tiniest bush in the forest
Were I to become dull, brown and grey and bland as the dirt of the earth
Were I to go unseen and unthought-of and unknown
Were I to grow spiked needles upon my skin like nails
Then
Maybe then
Would I be safe?
