My mother told me we came from Vikings
She told me we came from Vikings we were strong
Said the men would come and go but mostly they went
The women barely noticed their absence, the men slipped their minds
I thought about them,the warrior women long gone
Thought of how I had to stop myself daily
Not to speak my mind, not to keep beating all those boys at their video games
Or else I would be labely difficult and shady
But all that time before the day I came to give in
I thought to them all go fuck yourselves you are lower than me
We come from vikings. Warriors is something we will always be
And if you arent one of us than you better get down on your knees
I'm a viking warrior. A worthy for though a lady I may be
The point to her story always ended with just me
It started with ancestors then ended like it had been written and told only for her and i
I had all of them standing beside me fighting hard to be free
Every night I waited. Wanting. Anticipating that the ending be full of me and mine
I grew up feeling so superior to all those beneath us, not a snob, but regal and special, high royalty
My mother once told me,baby girl dont fear them
Ur a viking princess ur more than anything you want to be
My mom she told me, she spoke so convincingly
We were once vikings, and today your a princess, a warrior and we are both free
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In This City of Ghosts
PoetryPoetry and seemingly micro-stories written in prose. Llynn takes away from the many struggles she overcame, still tries to overcome in a dry, dark comedic voice. As she puts it, 'I can't sit around crying every day, I make light of all the tragedy a...
