WarriorA Poem by Brittany Bostic
We do not tire.
We do not falter. We do not fail. When we are thrown to the ground, spitting blood from our mouths with harsh broken ribs and loud clambering screams, we push ourselves to a standing position. When our brothers are shot down, whispering their last words to us as we kiss their foreheads and close their stiff eyes, we do not shed a tear until the battle is won. When we are surrounded by thousands, armed with guns and knives with nothing to lose but our own lives, we pull back the strings to our bows and fire without fear. When we walk our grounds and are forced to step over our dead, counting them with a lock of their hair around our wrists, we hold onto each other. When we are starved for days on end, traveling far away from a lost battle without enough previsions for the children, we put one foot in front of the other. And when one of us falls, incapable of holding themselves up from the ache in their bones, we stand together. We do not tire. We do not falter. We do not fail. We stand together. We fight together. We are together. And as warriors, we will win.
© 2017 Brittany BosticAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrittany BosticMDAboutTo write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..Writing
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