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I Am
25-10-17
I am a warrior.
I fight, not with sword or spear,
But with poisoned emotion's
Razor sharp edge against your gentle heart.
I choke you with the arms of intellect,
Logic's hands squeezing every ounce of air
From your battered body,
Untilyou grovel and beg for mercy or forgiveness:
I offer neither.
You are powerles.
A worthless worm
Whose life does not matter in the slightest.
I am a warrior.
The blood of the greats pulses through me like electricity,
I shock, I awe, I compel.
I do not compromise,
I never surrender,
I know not defeat,
And I will never back down
Or run away.
Like Xena, I will atone for my past,
Even in the face of my death.
Like Gabrielle, I will learn my own way,
Transcending love and peace and emerging the warrior I always was.
Like Boudicca, I will cut through my foes
In order to preserve myself and mine.
I seek vengeance,
I seek solace,
I seek peace long denied
To a tormented mind, spirit and soul.
I am a warrior.
I battle the devil in my dreams,
And face god in my nightmares.
Angels and demons alike fall,
Felled like trees
By a single word from my mouth.
They tumble tossed and tattered
To blow out like candles in the wind -
As insubstantial as the dreams that bore them
Or the nightmares they fed on.
I fight, not with arrows or bolts,
But with thoughts and words
That fly faster than bullets;
Tearing, ripping, shredding
All in their wake:
For sticks and stones break only bones,
But words haunt souls forever.
I am a warrior,
Though you may never guess it
Or understand why.
I force my emotionless shell of a self
To fight for my life -
No matter its worthless state.
I fight for the fantasy of happiness and joy and peace,
And, like William Wallace,
I fight for freedom.
I have no clear vision, like Joan of Arc,
To lead me into battle.
My prayers and petitions fall on a deaf heaven
And an even deafer god.
I simply sail in -
Armed to the teeth
With weapons you'll never see coming -
And sail away again to relative safety,
Like Grace O'Malley.
I could take lovers on a whim,
For who needs them anyway -
They pass the time,
And would be rewarded well for their service
Like a good slave.
I will never fall again for one like him,
For that would bury me up to my eyeballs in emotional shit
I cannot properly clean off.
I am a warrior,
With no time to play house
For any man or woman.
I am a warrior,
And though I may be a mother too,
I'm a bitch of renown -
No good for any one,
And can never love another
The way I loved my first boy.
I am broken -
A shattered sword or stringless bow -
Beay down and battered,
With scars invisible.
But, I. Am. A. Warrior.
I have no doubt I will die one day -
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe 60 years from now -
And when it comes I will face death like the warrior I am
Not the snivelling mother I was:
Fearless - though riddled with wounds
And soaked crimson with
Slippery blood.
Fighting - though weapons be lost,
And I have nothing left
Bar fists to throw punches
And a mouth full of words.
Free - fighting because there is still
Breath in me,
And I choose to stand -
This day, this way -
And fight,
A free woman
Until my final breath escapes
Me...
...in a battle cry.
25-10-17
I am a warrior.
I fight, not with sword or spear,
But with poisoned emotion's
Razor sharp edge against your gentle heart.
I choke you with the arms of intellect,
Logic's hands squeezing every ounce of air
From your battered body,
Untilyou grovel and beg for mercy or forgiveness:
I offer neither.
You are powerles.
A worthless worm
Whose life does not matter in the slightest.
I am a warrior.
The blood of the greats pulses through me like electricity,
I shock, I awe, I compel.
I do not compromise,
I never surrender,
I know not defeat,
And I will never back down
Or run away.
Like Xena, I will atone for my past,
Even in the face of my death.
Like Gabrielle, I will learn my own way,
Transcending love and peace and emerging the warrior I always was.
Like Boudicca, I will cut through my foes
In order to preserve myself and mine.
I seek vengeance,
I seek solace,
I seek peace long denied
To a tormented mind, spirit and soul.
I am a warrior.
I battle the devil in my dreams,
And face god in my nightmares.
Angels and demons alike fall,
Felled like trees
By a single word from my mouth.
They tumble tossed and tattered
To blow out like candles in the wind -
As insubstantial as the dreams that bore them
Or the nightmares they fed on.
I fight, not with arrows or bolts,
But with thoughts and words
That fly faster than bullets;
Tearing, ripping, shredding
All in their wake:
For sticks and stones break only bones,
But words haunt souls forever.
I am a warrior,
Though you may never guess it
Or understand why.
I force my emotionless shell of a self
To fight for my life -
No matter its worthless state.
I fight for the fantasy of happiness and joy and peace,
And, like William Wallace,
I fight for freedom.
I have no clear vision, like Joan of Arc,
To lead me into battle.
My prayers and petitions fall on a deaf heaven
And an even deafer god.
I simply sail in -
Armed to the teeth
With weapons you'll never see coming -
And sail away again to relative safety,
Like Grace O'Malley.
I could take lovers on a whim,
For who needs them anyway -
They pass the time,
And would be rewarded well for their service
Like a good slave.
I will never fall again for one like him,
For that would bury me up to my eyeballs in emotional shit
I cannot properly clean off.
I am a warrior,
With no time to play house
For any man or woman.
I am a warrior,
And though I may be a mother too,
I'm a bitch of renown -
No good for any one,
And can never love another
The way I loved my first boy.
I am broken -
A shattered sword or stringless bow -
Beay down and battered,
With scars invisible.
But, I. Am. A. Warrior.
I have no doubt I will die one day -
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe 60 years from now -
And when it comes I will face death like the warrior I am
Not the snivelling mother I was:
Fearless - though riddled with wounds
And soaked crimson with
Slippery blood.
Fighting - though weapons be lost,
And I have nothing left
Bar fists to throw punches
And a mouth full of words.
Free - fighting because there is still
Breath in me,
And I choose to stand -
This day, this way -
And fight,
A free woman
Until my final breath escapes
Me...
...in a battle cry.
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So I binge watched Xena, then found a series called Warrior Women on Netflix hosted by Lucy Lawless and binge watched that too. Also contains "imagery" from the song "Bitch".
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Warrior indeed!