Warrior Daughter
(for Pauline Santos, my Mama Warrior) (7 March 2007)
2007 by Kristi Martel

I am your warrior daughter,
fighting for for you to love yourself wholly.
I am your peacemaker,
knowing the fight is never you against me, but greed against love.
I am your truthteller,
voicing the real.

We kill the body
when the body masters the spirit.
We kill the spirit
when we make the body its slave.
And when we balance
pleasure with compassion,
we are whole.

I am your warrior daughter.
I am your warrior son.
My mama warrior died that day.
So now I am the one.

But the Devil says, "Get stoned."
The Devil says, "Take. Eat."
The Devil says, "Hate. Envy."
The Devil says, "Don't sleep."

The Devil says, "Get greedy."
The Devil says, "Lust. Lie. Steal."
The Devil says, "More, more ,more, more, Lazy."
The Devil says, "Don't trust, just fear."

The Devil says, "Get famous."
The Devil calls my name!
The Devil tells me to love you,
to give myself away again,
to give myself away.

But I get bored of lazy.
I get bored of hate.
I will not sleep here,
and with this one small thing,
I beat the Devil again.

I am your warrior daughter,
fighting for you to love yourself wholly.
I am your peacemaker,
knowing the fight is never you against me, but fear against love.
I am your healer,
making you feel.

We kill the body
when the body masters the spirit.
We kill the spirit
when we make the body its slave.
And when we balance
pleasure with compassion,
we are whole.

We live wholly for a century,
wholly for a long time,
holy for all time.

I am your warrior daughter.
I am your warrior son.
Mama Warrior died that day.
So now I am the one.
I am the only one.
So now I am the one.



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