The Loss Of My People
As the dawn approached, I waited for the sun to rise.
For the sun to show the blood of the people, who died the day before.
On my homeland, where I grew from childhood to adulthood.
Even though I'm only a child in most people's eyes,
I see a young women; a warrior, fighting for her tribe.
A warrior fighting for the people she once called family.
But sadly those people are now gone, lost in battle.
I will forever miss them, but I must move on and continue to live.
These last few days have been tough for me,
But I have grown up so much because of them,
and for that I am forever grateful.
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