Guns and knives are for coward’s pens are for me, you can beat me down to a ****** pulp my bruises and my scars will fade weapon of words is all I need. My breath will lead you to a trail of darkness of the hall way broken lights from your weeping mind and your sinking heart falling to the abyss, a pain of fiery flames way beyond measure of your imagination begging with desperation for a different ending. My words will curse you haunt your dreams for all internally emotions of guilt and sins feed my starvation stomach those who will bow down before me. Like political peoples,  speakers, dictators, and of course presidents  who choose their words wisely with there lies in the air making  fools believe whatever they want them to hear, so who need guns and knives when words are the most powerful weapons in all of mankind.

**By Jacob Cuadro