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I am a weapon.
I've always been a weapon.
My body has one purpose.
To worship and defend my faith.
To fight and protect my people.
My eyes are made for stalking.
The night is not enough to stop me.
Moonlight guides my path easily.
For I am in my orbit.
My hands are always steady.
They would never dare waver.
The knife slashes with precision.
The trigger never hesitates.
My legs are prepared for anything.
Light on my feet and agile.
To kick and break their defenses.
To dodge when they least expect it.
Every trait is specialized.
My duty the reason behind it all.
Something as simple as black hair.
Its purpose is to blend in the dark.
I am a weapon.
I've always been a weapon.
Why don't you see me like one?
Why treat me like a person?
Why treat me like a man?
My eyes you gaze into dearly.
I can see my reflection in yours.
The meeting of purple and yellow.
The meeting of poison and sun.
My hands you hold softly.
I can feel the warmth in yours.
You don't seem to mind my coldness.
Intertwining our fingers and all.
My legs you use to guide me.
To show me beautiful places.
To hold and praise in private.
And let them rest once tired.
Brushing your fingers through my hair.
"Soft like crow feathers", you say.
For it is just another trait you love.
And not a curse I'm forced to pay.
I am a weapon.
I've always been a weapon.
My job is ripping through flesh.
My hands are stained with blood.
So I can't help but wonder...
Do I deserve your love?