She was brought up by sassy bellydancers,
and renfaire wenches laced up tight,
pagan priestesses, gals with tattoos
buxom and lithe, with wild hair and man-eating smiles
From the laugh lines of her adopted grandmamas
to the clove-cigarette stained fingers of her soul sisters,
came love and advice, commiserations and exhortations,
and most of all — best of all — Acceptance.