I Am War Poem by Jay Crown

I will rise,
Yes, I will rise again if they ever make me fall.
I will rise and blossom anew.
I will stand tall and overshadow their egos.
And let jealousy consume them to the bone.

I will sprout,
If they ever burry me under the rubbles.
I will sprout for I am a seed.
I'll never let the past define me,
For my impecunious background I'm set to change.

I will never cry.
If they ever tear me into shreds,
And the pain stings my marrow.
Even if they make merry on my flesh and blood.
I won't let my tears satisfy their hearts.

Their smiles won't fool me.
Their obstacles won't stop me.
I am a sentry's son,
Blessed with the heart of a millitant.
I am war, they'll never jubilate on my falling