Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Warrior Unsheathed

"O, Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.
And God granted it. . .  Voltaire 

I grew up Ojibwe in a pure white world,
my long black hair was straight and never curled;
    and I was bullied bad,
    inside it made me mad!
Then one day I unsheathed my sharp sword,
all the hurt and the sadness within poured;
this brave warrior would not be ignored!
    My rapier bloody,
    I had not one buddy;
    my time was all study.
       There was no time to wallow in pity,
       it was a bloodstained battle not pretty;
my only friend was with a black kitty.
Yes, I grew up Ojibwe in a pure white world.

My soul became blood-soaked from the fierce war,
the haters returning again for more;
    I knew how to evade,
    and to parry my blade!
The bullies were relentless and savage,
my true essence they wanted to ravage;
I waded a brutal battle to salvage,
    this shy Objibwe girl.
    On pages of white my words twirl,
    with my sword pen words I swirl;
      you see, I studied hard and my sword is words,
      I thrust them out but they fly away birds.
A pen was the weapon I used on those nerds!
Still, my soul is blood-soaked from that fierce war.

 
A quote by Micky Mantle
"A gang is where a coward goes to hide."

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September 15, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Unsheathe Your Sword
Copyright Protected, ID  18-4538-0915-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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Constance La France September 16, 2018 at 8:12 AM Sun, thanks for visiting my poem. In a way I did think of all the kids and even adults who are bullied when I wrote this poem. I hope they can see that if one young girl can rise above it so can they. Yet the scars are forever I chose to use that pain in my poetry.

Sunlite Wanter September 15, 2018 at 6:22 PM Powerful! I thought you wrote it on behalf of the bullied everywhere.

Constance La France September 15, 2018 at 1:05 PM Gordon, thank you for visiting my poem and commenting. I seldom get bothered by bullies anymore (although a few times of this site) but funny thing, I am here still holding my pen high and they are gone. So there you go! I am doing great.

Gordon Mcconnell September 15, 2018 at 12:59 PM A brilliant penned piece Constance, fighting forth on the front foot showing your metal. Love your delicate rhyme and fine insight. Hope life's good with you, Blessings,Gordon