Her Blood


In the world of old
I was told what I ought to be
Trained to be a shadow
But sometimes they don’t realise
It is her blood in me

In the world of man
I was told who I ought to be
A reflection of father’s name
But sometimes they forget
It is her blood in me

In the world that is theirs
I was told how I ought to be
Someone who listens
Because most times they don’t see
It is her blood in me

In the world which will be ours
I’ll be more than they will ever foresee
Not a reflection or a shadow
But a warrior similar to one
Whose blood is in me

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