I am not your conquest
You don't get to come to village and destroy it
You can't decide to kill it
Because like every war
That has gone down in history
I will fight
I tried to fight but you came
With your army, your arms strong
Like brick that shit encrypted
With the goal to pillage
My body as if it was your village
No fuck that
You can't tear me down
I am not an object
I am not some type of project
But just like every huntsmen
You took my life you took what wasn't right
Cause all you ever cared about
Was what the fuck was on your mind!
You shot me down with whiskey
Or maybe I wasn't a bit tipsy
My breath longing for escape
Drowning in your drunken slurs
And every time I tried
To come up for air
I was pushed back down
To the bed
With the palm of your hand!
I was taught
To never back down
From a fight
But its an unfair fight
When I've got to try with all my might
In a place
Where there's no god damn light
Because as soon
As he covered my mouth
To stop all of my muffled cries
And he squeezed me
So fucking tight tight to the point
Where I thought I was gonna die
I felt the light slip away from my eyes
Some people don't fight
Some people are confused
And don't know if this is the time
Where you yell battle cry
Some are too tired to go to war
And some don't have the supplies
That we all are looking for
Because when there's war
You don't get a pretty pink letter
With a date that tells you
This is the day
You are going to get raped
Its unexpected
And you are left wondering
They took every bit of supplies
You could have used to stay alive
They took your hope and your pride
And now you are left to think
What do I do now?
Should I care
If another man decides
To come terrorizing,
My village
The village I worked so hard
To build up
He came and took everything!
Do you know how long
It took to build what I called mine
Burned my city
Then left me to die!And you all say
Just build it back up
Not every tyrant that comes to you
Has the goal
To fuck shit upBut please tell me
Does that makes sense?
Trusting a tyrant to not hurt me?
You must not have common senseI am not your peasant
Trembling down to my knees
Begging for murcey
Crying out please leave!No I am not
Your fucking conquest
You dont get the pleasure of me
Leave you in the dust
No I wont fucking pleadI guess I'll start it back up
I'll get my food and supplies
Water the dirt
That you left dryI'll build an entire castle
A fucking mansion
Try to get to me?
I'll make sure to throw a rampageYou dont get to make me feel small
You dont get to have the ball
You, shall drop down to my feet
You, shall cry out defeatNever again
I'll never let you in
I
Am not your conquest
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet