Special shoutout to Duane Holland, artivist, dancer, educator, body builder, dancer and most of all WARRIOR for inspiring the subject of this piece. Your example helped to save my life.
Warrior He wears his armor in his eyes, as they pierce the glare of the world. She wears her shield in her hair a jungle of twists and knots and curls MCs wield swords made of tongue and pen Dancers twirl to inspire friends We fight with strums of guitars and horn solos Players fight their battles adorned in polo, Matching colors just to say We all in this shit together today. We fight, with handshakes and familial hugs then recharge at night, cutting rugs swing and two-steps and jitter bugs and get our wounds healed by the local plug. See the world is a battlefield littered with subconscious land mines IED's explode in facebook posts the sound of mothers crying the sight of another black boy dying a president twisting his lips, lying about our history so we fight every day to emerge from the shadows of mystery. Warrior, strong and proud and true tell me do you see the Warrior In You? -Hadez
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