I’ve been fighting battles since the age of eight
(but haven’t we all?)
We’ve been fighting ever since we discovered
that the world has demons with very good disguises.
We’ve been brought down by people who think they
deserve the world;
we’ve been chopped down
until the our roots couldn’t collect water anymore.
We’ve got scars and bruises
that cover our bodies like tattoos,
and they’ll never go away.

It gave us the power to shut our ears when we heard words we didn’t like
and talk back when we and the people we loved needed defending.
We’ve had the world declare war on us
time after time
but god, did we learn to fight back
and we will always fight back.