Whether or not I’ve been defeated
depends on just who is keeping the score.
I know that you think you’ve taken everything away from me
that is such a sad thing.
You’ve left me with everything that matters
I let go of that which you tried to take
Though it certainly wasn’t yours
it was only nominally mine anyway.
You have diminished yourself in that taking
and I am greater than I was for my loss
You have stained yourself as you showered in that blood
and I have been freed as you showered in that blood.
You believe what you have makes you who you are.
And all that you have you have taken.
What will happen, I wonder…
when someone who thinks himself stronger than you…
comes to you
and strips you
of all that you