we were born dressed in armor
with swords for mouths
and shields wrapped around
our tightly closed fists
we're always fighting something
whether it's the cruel words
of a wicked monarch or the
demons in our heads
you see, the armor has been
much too heavy from
the beginning
weighing us down
and still they want us to
put a sheath on our knives
and close our lips
unclench our fists and let our
shields tumble to the ground
we were born equipped for
war and yet we are
constantly defeated
sometimes the ultimate battle
we lose is fought with
ourselves
using our own weapons
to silence our demons
but other times we learn
how to fight
and more importantly
how to heal
and how to help
others heal
we were born to be knights
born for wars and born
with armor weighing us down
so we must fight together
and we must share the weight
we were burdened with
in order to be victorious
we shall wage wars against
our oppressors
not against each other
and not against ourselves
they made us weapons from
the start —
what did they
expect?
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
