Who's That Fighter? Because Joan Is Crushing My Soul Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i try not to dwell on society
as it's rules begin to sink in
and the hypocritical noises
as the world judges again

like they weren't ever caught
cheating or lying through fear
like they weren't ever told
that what we have is not needed here.

and as frustrations seeps into my skin
i believe i hear a voice
and the joan of arc inside of me
struggles to live with the noise

this noise, its a rumbling
from the very depth of your soul
its gut wrenching screeching
of the past that we used to know

and suddenly this noise
becomes a visual of violent catastrophe
and i see the people around
screaming 'this is blasphemy'

so as this mass production forms
with hearing and visual aid
a fighter takes a step up
and the noises begin to fade