I stand utterly bruised,
not defeated, just bruised.
I've come into battle with the conflict of words,
the conflict of unjust actions, and recently
in war with you.
I've taken your arrows, your bombs, and
your nuclear weapons to.
And somehow I’ve managed to
still stand mostly on my own.
I've built my own safe house,
created from courage,
created from my past pains.
And I’m ready to keep taking you on,
for I feel no ounce of fear from you.