when the world's about to end
and everything is crashing around me
i can call on her (if she doesn't call on me first)
she lives inside me, a nice shady little corner
mossy and full of wildflowers
there's tea and chocolates if she wants
(more)
but she prefers the combat
the rough and tumble kickpunch
the smell of sweat
you are an amazon, she tells me
stop forgetting what you already know, she says
you are your own gift, she states matter of factly
then laughs, husky, smoky and bullet-like
i can feel her pride if i'm quiet enough
when i question who the real warrior is
she says, you are me and i am you, and you are an amazon
sometimes i remember
that's when i weapon-up
and i am an amazon
ready for battle(less)
