No longer the victim…
Do you honestly think I will bow down?
to fate? to stereotype? to the all that’’s considered natural?
Do you think that I’m weak? A joke in your eyes?
A singularity of points in all your deluded plans,
Do you honestly think I’d consider defeat?….
Considering the power given to me,
by a force greater than you?
For the floods you make are nothing…
a roar of a lion, a whimper of the weak,
All things I ask have all been fulfiled
A blessing granted, a debt paid in full,
Don’t think I’m scared of you,
For you’re just the same….
a jackal with it’s tail between it’s leg
a head marked with defeat, a pariah of the True Victor.
