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Warrior

Finding a home in myself

By Peggy WangmoPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Warrior
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I was born on the battlefield

Fighting delusions created by society(they).

Delusions harboring evil in the name of glory,

lurking in the nook and cranny.

Friends succumbed, loved ones fallen,

Villages burning and communities grieving.

I didn’t know what I was revolting about.

caught off guard I wasn’t given a weapon to fend for.

Never-ending battles rioted in the field

To safeguard something I did not know what.

A battle fought for centuries,

Even the greatest of the great fall.

I know not what I had perpetrated,

Being a woman was war in itself.

The greatest crusade I had to fight,

To own me for me, and not for others.

This world assumes they can instruct you

To cherish or condone parts of yourself.

They reckon they govern you

And boast reliable their vision of you.

They disown you and abandon you

To fend off the nightmares they forged.

When you yearn for a remedy they elude you.

Furthermore, forsaking you to fend for yourself.

Your body is not yours,

It’s for somebody to ridicule, judge and glare,

Dissect to suit their idea of beauty.

So many facets of being a woman.

Yet, I am here, triumphing crusades.

There aren’t all triumphs but I will remain,

To Fight for me, to fight for all,

Because I am a warrior.

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About the Creator

Peggy Wangmo

I write poetry, and personal essays.

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