Apollo Chandler

Rookie - 50 Points (April 26 / Camden, N.J.)

Inner Warrior - Poem by Apollo Chandler

Cuttin' through my obsticales
my sword is sharp
Blood of a lion in my veins
you can hear the fierce drum in my heart
More strength than any muscle car
my head is like an open jar
But don't call me a Jar head
Goin' live my whole life
how do you define dead?
Dread my old wounds
Live by the gun,
Die by the gun
Don't wanna sleep too soon
I'm a young ninja
can't see my tears
or my fears
throwing my stars
everything's so crystal clear
See through any camouflage
I stay on the ball
So you should get out of dodge.
I gotta fight
Gotta make sure the Nation's right.
I'll die for mine
For them I shine
Opponents get ready-
Because the time is mine!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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