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a warriors blood runs thru my veins
a long line a of fighters and doers
but me i am not a warrior i am a thinker
i am a poet
a fact which irrates my mother every day
because when she told me i could be anything i wanted
she ment a doctor or a lawyer she didnt mean a poet
she fails to realize i can do far more with my words that
"our people" could ever do with their fists and fear
i am a new kind of warrior i fight without lifting a finger
i fight the war of words and i almost always win
except when its the fight that matters the one with
my warrior family beacause no matter what i do
my words are not enough
a long line a of fighters and doers
but me i am not a warrior i am a thinker
i am a poet
a fact which irrates my mother every day
because when she told me i could be anything i wanted
she ment a doctor or a lawyer she didnt mean a poet
she fails to realize i can do far more with my words that
"our people" could ever do with their fists and fear
i am a new kind of warrior i fight without lifting a finger
i fight the war of words and i almost always win
except when its the fight that matters the one with
my warrior family beacause no matter what i do
my words are not enough