Paint my porcelain skin To look like steel. This is my armor, Fragile beneath It’s metallic sheen. Paint my face With my blood Like warpaint In the form of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Forge my sword With the splintered pieces Of my dignity, For my wit is sharp And my pride is strong. Heed my battle cry The song of words once trapped in my throat. I am a siren, a Spartan, a warrior for the silenced. The blood Running through my veins Is toxic. So bite me.