Battlecry
Tales were told of the woman who felt like a girl
Weak and shameful
Deplorable and contemptible
Who was this..thing, that dare walk upon our land
What evil could she posses to make her think she had the balls?
ME!
I REFUSE to lay down and succumb to the shame you all try to bring
Tears in my eyes, glowing with an inner flame
Watch me stand, despite the world of weight i've been given
tall and strong
proud and beautiful
HEAR MY LAUGHTER
do you hear? it's true, not faked
I laugh at your attempts to bring me down
I dance around the corpses of your attempted murder of dreams
My eyes may bleed
My back may break
My knees may shake
The ground beneath me may quake
The wold around me may burst into flames
But you will NOT see me bound and broken
That which you cannot take, i do not give
And so, i choose, TO LIVE. So kiss my ass, you pathetic haters.
I will rise. and I will shine.
I will survive and more, I will thrive.
Those tales are gone, replaced with a woman who is a hero to those beaten down and forgotten
The shunned and shamed
The hated and blamed.
The wrongly accused, and those who are brave.
Daniexelle Michelle Eledwhen. That is my name. May it ever be a light, giving hope to those lost in the rain.
Copyright © Daniexelle Eledwhen | Year Posted 2017
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