S O U L P O E T

I was told.

I was told that you were not for the faint of heart,
That your soul was old and filled with wisdom far beyond fathom,
That behind the young mask tainted by pain, you were a soldier fighting for a war that was not yours,

I was told that you were not for the faint of heart,
That I shouldn't be fooled by your passive mask but who was I to judge a soul so old that I would fold my cards at the first sign of trouble,

I was told you were not for the faint of heart,
That your noble strides could change tides and frowns to smiles,
But just as easily as you could make one smile,
You could make one self destruct.

But who told you,
That I was a force to be reckoned with,
But not in noble terms.
I was grown in the streets, nurtured by violence and fed the bitter truth,
The blood of the covenant is thicker then the water of the womb which roughly translates to,
"The blood shed in battle bonds its soldiers stronger then that of genes"
and I will hold my friends closer then I will hold anyone else for they are the family I chose and I rose from my ashes to once again fight.

I was constantly warned of you, but oh what a shame you weren't warned of me,
A storm none were prepared for,
A rage so furious all burnt at my touch, my stare like knives that could cut through a soul,
What a shame no one told you at all that I tolerate nothing other then respect.
Don't take my silence as a sullen sulk of a child,
Take my silence as a caution, take my silence as my weapon because it means I'm getting prepared
Because it means I'm well aware that something is not fair and I carry enough weight on these shoulders.
I was told you were not for the faint of heart, well it's a good thing I don't have one