The Battles that We Cry

There is this burning rage inside of me

That is longing to be set free

To burn down every injustice in its path

As a warning to all who sees its aftermath

I want to watch it grow and feed

Moving faster and faster ever gaining speed

I want it to watch people succeed

while punishing others misdeed

I want it to burn down the brutality

and shatter that false sense of normality

As it grows and becomes bountiful

I want you to hold my rage accountable

For I am your sister, never your victor