i am a warrior

they tried to make me a seamstress

quiet

a homemaker

follower

a housewife

still

a pianist

safe

no ruffled feathers

their version of femininity

they didn’t know about warrior women

they tried to quell my voice

my energy

my fearlessness

my audacity

my ideas

my fight

they tried to tell me what God created me for

they tried to mold me

but they didn’t know i’m a warrior

i’ve forgotten too

and i tire

but i am a warrior

with war cries in my blood

and God made me that way

i don’t fight for power

or money

or my way

i go to war for others

misplaced

alone

fearful

marginalized

hurting

needing

underdogs

these are my people

and i am a warrior