If you were to peel back the layer of reality
And see what was really there
I’m embarrassed to say I’d look like Don Quixote
With a clank and a clatter of a Knight off to war
My generational trauma over my back
Metal with the rust of capitalism
I wear armor to protect but really hide what’s inside
As I play offence just reacting to life
I drag my heavy armor along
With expectations and worry another
voice asks if I am protected enough
My ancestors know only of this way
Survive the fight
Dare to dream of winning
But I will study war no more!