Boxed Warriors

We are warriors.
We come in a box, like
A postage box delivered to
A desert plain. We don’t
Know where we’ll end up.
But we will be somewhere.
We will always be warriors.
Fighting for rights, and food.
Pretending we are
Not warriors by putting on
Thin pieces of cloth, using
It as a shield away from
Reality.
We, the
Warriors,
Must learn to accept
Our delivery box and
The weapons that come
Stashed away within the
Intricate fibers.
Cherish those weapons,
For we are warriors.
And the fight will never be over.

6/20/94