Victory

By Alma Hernandez

 

 

We are victims

Of something you don’t see

We are target

Of what they shouldn’t be

Alone I stand

With a bleeding hand

There is nothing to do

Victory has taken over you

I decide to be isolated

Not known is better than hated

We don’t have the power

To be us every hour

Alone I sleep

I decide death over beat

I don’t think

You mean anything

But you’ve taken over

And there is no border

Now I must be

The person known as me

I decide to leave

Than to be seen

Because I know when you see

You’ll be happy as can be

I shall die strong

Knowing I did no wrong

You shall be happy

As now you may claim your victory