I choose my words because of their freedom
the freedom they fought for
they fought for me.
I, too, am a warrior
my weapons are my words.
They are sharp and shocking, smooth and soothing.
My words will dance delicately like moths
dancing with fire:
they will burn through the minds
of ages to come.
I, too, am a warrior
speaking for millions
whose mouths are too dry from the breathing
the air of ignorance they feed us.
My words are not violent or ugly or rude
they are not pretty or proper.
My words are the words of a warrior.
My words are the words of truth.