Poem #9

Ariana Ybarra

I am no stranger to what is inside of me.
There are no metaphors there,
no textbook explanations.
Affirmations won’t keep my hands busy,
I need cold metal
for my hot hands, hot temper.
I’m on fire
I’m on fire;
but extinguishing the flames
just intensifies the burns.
Crimson war paint slathered over battle scars;
I am a warrior not a victim
and I am not afraid of what is inside of me.