Lady Bug

 

She crawls through the night, A woman with a bug's might. Cockroach legs, antennae too, Her DNA's been mixed, it's true.

She's the product of a biopunk age, Where scientists played god on a genetic stage. But she's no monster, no mere freak, She's a new kind of being, unique.

Her chitinous skin is tough and strong, Her instincts honed to where she belongs. The city streets are her domain, And she navigates them without pain.

Some might fear her, recoil in fright, But she's a survivor, through day and night. A woman cockroach hybrid, true and proud, A creature of wonder, and a little bit loud.