I Am
The loudest, fiercest fighter brave
Amidst a sea of coward men
I wear my war paint bound to save
The underdog that might have been
Or sometimes quiet as the night
Entangled, buried, rooted deep
I wait unyielding for the light
Patient poised for peace to reap
But never waver, always be
Proud warrior, steadfast and true
I walk these steps on bended knee
This life, on loan, I will not reu
Copyright © Tera Johnson-Swartz | Year Posted 2023
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