I go to war

Behind the keys of a message board

Crack my knuckles

Stretch my fingers

 

I am prepared 

 

My hands click letters

At a rapid fire pace

I write out the words

Carved into my heart strings 

 

I write not only for myself

But for those who can't find the words

For the people I know

Want their story heard

 

Though in this way I am selfish

Because I want their story heard too

I write not for 'freedom'

But for a simple return of humanity 

 

I go to war 

Behind the keys of a message board 

Prepared to fight

And instead finding an army at my side