I was raised by three
Fighting, screaming
Scratching, eye-balling
Kind-of-warriors.
I was raised by a
Fighting, warring mother
Who cared enough to create a storm
When I was out for too long
Kind-of-warrior.
I was raised by a
Screaming, shrieking father
Who gave me everything I wanted
And who did everything
He wanted
Kind-of-warrior.
I was raised by a
Scratching, eye-balling sister
Born on my birthday – four years earlier –
Who always gave me advice:
“The world is a 360 degree circle.
What comes around goes around.
It’s called karma.
It always comes back to you,”
Kind-of-warrior.
I was raised by
Three warriors
Who made my life
A combat zone,
But made me
Who I am today.
I was raised by warriors.