Back where I began
Forgotten memories of her childhood ways
The tattooed hurt of her dull dark days
The inaudible screams, the invisible tears
Grew immortal throughout her childhood years-
She ate the apple of discord when she stepped on new grounds,
It was a nine days wonder then it was hunting with the hounds.
She signed the conscription to be sold into war,
A wound and a soar have developed from the scar.
Her fragile heart becomes an arsenal to men:
Ready, Set, Fire—it’s me against them
Looking at the crowd, she acknowledges defeat;
Draw back in the shell, it’s time to retreat.
Senseless to fight when there is no chance to win,
Back in the bubble where the story begins…
Forgotten memories of her childhood ways,
The tattooed hurt of her dull dark days,
The inaudible screams, the invisible tears
Grew immortal throughout her childhood years.
by Jodi-Ann Stewart
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