The Fighter

A powerful thing you are

A beautiful thing

Born and made of Violence

You are sworn to it

Both a captive and a politician of it

You are the fighter

Every stomp and quiet step you take is a battle

Take them! Take them on I say!

The children the parents the dictators and the lovers

Show them your dominion

Inform them of your power over them

They shall not pass and you shall stand above

Scars? What of them?

You flash them brazenly like all your bloodied comrades

"Chicks dig scars" and P.S. Fuck Off

Yes I hear you and thus I will not assume an iota of you

You are complex, impenetrable on all fronts

You are the fighter

Fight for your power so they know you never fell

Fight for your friends and family so they may never be touched

Fight for the weak under your wings

Fight for your survival

Fight the sex that destroys and vanquish it

Fight the men with their own swords

Your gloves are as iron as your will

The arena you've built is astounding and vast

The walls feel cagey like iron; like your gloves; like your will

Gripping the walls peering through the spaces I think I see you

Your swing is percussive and piercing

I've no doubt your stamina outlasts entire stars

Your arena is vast.