I am avid for your distance,
As I only wish to drown in your lengths.
It makes me the strong pillar I am,
A woman of rock and cement.
I know you do not need my legs to carry you.
But If you allow me,
I will give you myself in regiments,
Arms and legs in the first battalion,
Soul and eyes thereafter.
And if you do not,
I will charge on,
My thick tusks to lead the way.