A soldier saved me long ago who did not wish to fight, but still, for truth and justice fought, and fought with all her might.
She took the brutal stabbings. Shielded me from vicious lies. Almost dying every night for me, so I could wake up each morning and rise.
Because of this trusted soldier I could go to school each day, and hold it all together when asked something normal, like… let’s play.
But I’m no longer small now, and I know deep in my heart, that I was that brave solider taking bullets in the dark.
We made it through the war my friend. We grew up and now we are free. And with a grateful heart my friend, the good life I dedicate to thee.
Zoe Patterson: Fighting back 