Warrior
Warrior
Ain't no rock bottom where I'm from
I've yet to sell my soul
For what I'm worth
Only the Heavens above me know
Kicked rocks and ate dirt, no socks nor pretty shoes
Embellished my calloused feet
Never had no silver spoon in my mouth
No pot to piss in
Yet look at me now
I've been high, and I've stooped low
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but
Strong hurricane force winds amongst the sea
I welcome in
These waves I surf
Back away now
I've found my turf
When I come around
Rain turns to sleet
I don't give up
For I'm that warrior
You could not put to sleep
Copyright © Jennifer Wiegand | Year Posted 2018
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