Warriors, Kendra Morgan [highly illogical behavior .TXT] 📗

Sometimes there are those who wish to fight.
To not make peace,
Over things that aren't right. They hate,
And they hurt,
They fold into two.
They are weak from anger,
Their minds hide the clues.
They hunger for wrong,
They have knives in their shoes.
They walk with a strut,
They are pieced with glue.
With a sword in our hand,
And a pen in the other,
We fight for each other,
Like a warrior would do.
Our pride is unbroken,
Our spirit is glowing.
Our colors don’t match,
We don’t care through.
A warrior can fight,
No matter whom they are.
Our armor is the same,
Some of our goals are a bit different.
We stand hand in hand,
We know who we are.
We are the unbroken,
We keep battling on.
Our strengths may differ,
But we warriors are true.

Publication Date: 09-21-2011

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Dedication:
To the freshman of Edmonds Woodway Highschool. May you always rock, including myself.