Horner Jr. High 8th Grade But when the time comes I step outside those time-worn prints. I forge my own desired trail. My name is my weapon I wield and brandish it before me May they tremble in the name of my fore-mothers. My name is my right-hand woman, my ambassador Traveling the globe in my signature. It is my ancestry— Twisted Entangled Caught into the fibers of history. It is my standard, my coat-of-arms, planted into Future’s path To mark where I stood. It is the legacy that I leave behind, When all else has crumbled Like the Colosseum. Crumbled. But my name is my weapon For bronze does not rust. Let my name shine. |