I charge into battle,
head held high,
armed with neither knives nor guns.
My ammunition carries no physical weight.
The only weapon I use to defend myself will not extinguish a life.
My battles are fought with words.
The only dagger I possess is my sharp tongue.
My army is my vocabulary,
my stealth is the thesaurus in my brain.
My mind is the only weapon that doesn’t need a holster.