Female Warrior
Born to be a true warrior
never given the choice
Being muted as a child i
was not allowed a voice
Growing into this woman
with everyday being a fight
And as a real warrior never
questioned my very plight
Fearlessly into the battles
in one hand I held my sword
In my other was my shield
striding into monsters hoard
Face to face turned into a
head to head vilolent clash
As their razor sharp claws
reached out trying to slash
Dodging to my right then
my left I would then sway
With heavy swings from
my weapon I would slay
Fate determined my life to
living a warriors crusade
All alone in this hard world
Me, my shield and my blade
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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