• Justina Adorno

Poetry - warrior

Updated: Apr 19

He said to be a warrior

I took my shoes off and screamed

Running up the hill

My wild hair dancing to the beat of my heart

The sun guided me to the top

Where I tripped and scraped my knee

I looked down and back up

smearing the red drops across my face

It’s in my blood


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