They tell me to only fight the battles I can win,
but They forgot the war-
They- soft hands and polished nails,
velvet voices and serpentine smiles-
who knew so well
the battle was lost before it began-
They who refused to see.
A battle lost, a battle fought,
blood under my cuticles,
sweat in my eyes,
fatigue through my soul,
changes on the horizon.
