Fighting Words

"Fighting Words" She was small and she was quite But her hand was never silent. Writing powerful words with pen to paper Strong but never violent. Introduced by her father In combat so far away. She wrote to him and her wrote to her Almost everyday. Poetry served as Her refuge to escape To the thoughts that she loved From the images she hate. From signing the constitution To printing a name, The ink made a difference She wanted hers to do the same. She was small and she was quite But her hand was never silent. Writing powerful words with pen to paper Strong but never violent. A tray of white innocence Is what the paper revealed But was always referred distinctly to As a battlefield. Every line that was written And loop that was traced Showed the passion in her words And with the emotions she embraced. She camouflaged her paper In the blackened blood of her ink As she wrote and wrote and wrote Her words of artillery. She was small and she was quite But her hand was never silent. Writing powerful words with pen to paper Strong but never violent. She wrote never lifting her pen For she never stopped till she was done. Writing was her way of speaking up She said speaking for someone. The field showed colors of black a white But the bolder hues lied within. She allowed her words to be louder than ever From the beginning to the end. Again she stood victorious Like a soldier after war. She continues to write today For things worth fighting for. She was small and she was quite But her hand was never silent. Writing powerful words with pen to paper Strong but never violent.