The conquistador
August 2, 2016
Like a captian
In one of our text books
Of ships sailing the angry seas
A heart of stone
I am alone
I am the conquistador
War has started
The kids throw paper planes
as the teacher yells, quiet, quiet, please
Smirking a smile
I am wild
I am the conquistador
The teacher leaves
The land is ours and we
Riot against the teacher's pets
I yell aloud
I am proud
I am the conquistador
The new girl sits
She is an outcast and
My blue eyes meet her hazel ones
You are alone
I am too
I am not the conquistador
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