she said we need a revolution
and a red heart.
i don't know whether she is right
or wrong.and i don't know why
she is so strong either.
but i feel she was carved in clay and flames,
and when she wears my name,
the streets explode in ten thousand scythes.
ske is my kind.
i am sure i did a good job although
my eyes were closed and my hands broke.
she is in a war against those i hate.
i have never taught her to hate them though.
last week we ran to protect ourselves.
she wasn't with me.
she was fighting her own war which
is not different from mine.
i guess she doesn't need me anymore.
she is prepared.
she is my kind
and i like the warrior in her.
and i like when she carries her flag,
shouting what we still need to hear.